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[AP2] CL#28.

Enjoying The Chase 

[AP2] CL#28.

Monday, January 19.

I woke up with a massive headache. Again. I know, second morning ko pa lang dito but I seem to have acquired a new hobby: waking up with a hangover.

I refrained from opening my eyes 'cause I felt the heat of the sun on my face. It's either I went home with someone last night, did the deed and left me before I woke up, or I went home with someone and he's still somewhere in my penthouse. Because my curtains were never drawn. 
I mentally cursed Raine as I tried to recall the man I probably slept with last night. This was her fault!

"Get drunk. No one will question you when you're not sober.", aniya habang itinutulak ang shots ng tequila sa akin. Tiningnan ko siya ng masama. What the fuck did she mean by that?

Pero binigyan niya lang ako ng pointed look. "Go. I'll get you home safe." She whispered.

Why she's insisting to get me wasted was beyond me. But when my eyes shifted to Lance and his friend, Sabrina, I may have took one shot too many. I felt betrayed. Yeah, I didn't know why I was still surprised. Hindi nga ba't doon naman magaling si Lance? Ang manloko? So bakit pa ako nabigla? Of all girls talaga, si Sabrina pa. Although they introduced her as his friend, I know there's more to their friendship. I hate that it bothered me. Pero siguro dahil nabi-bitter lang ako na noon, ginamit lang niya ang babaeng iyon para pagselosin ako, pero ngayon, he looks at her like she's the only girl in this goddamn place!

"More shots, Sir Lance?" Tanong ng isang waiter. I rolled my eyes. According to my research, he owns Revanche, okay? Pero 'di ibig sabihin nun, entitled na siyang magpa-impress.

Really, Chantel? Kanino siya nagpapa-impress? At ang Lance na kilala mo, hindi KSP. OA ka na, C. Shut it. Nagmumukha ka ng bitter. Ugh!

"Yes, Marco. Keep the alcohol rolling. Put everything on my tab." He told him bago bumalik sa pakikipagtawanan kina Slade.

I wasn't sure what got to me, but I felt like arguing. "No. It's all on me. Since ako naman iyong may birthday."

And all of a sudden, the conversation on our table died. Nakita ko pa ang pag-igting ng panga ni Lance bago niya ako dahan-dahang tiningnan. Na para bang pinag-isipan pa niyang mabuti kung sasagot pa siya o hindi na lang iimik.

He looked at me intently. I raised a brow in return, challenging him. Pero hindi ko naiwasan ang paglunok. I almost backed down. Almost.

"Okay. Marco, she'll pay." He said simply, then smiled at me. "All cool, Herrera?" Tanong niya sa akin. My heart raced when he mentioned my surname. When did I last hear it from him? "I can't do this anymore, Herrera." Oh yes, the day of our friendship "break up". Funnily enough, I always find it offensive whenever people call me by my surname. Because it comes with so much bitter memories.