It's Brandon Benedict Bautista

His

Ang kulit ni Prareng Mikoy. Isama mo pa yung kaibigan niya na si ah-- ahm ah sino nga ba yun?

"Bro, sino nga pala yung best friend at classmate mo?" Tanong ko.

"Ah. Si Setty? Bakit mo natanong?" Usisa niya.

"Yun ba? Kasi kanina bago ako pumasok, may nangyare sa amin. I mean, nag-unahan kami at accidentally nahawakan namin yung isa't isa." Paliwanag ko.

"... 'tong babaeng 'to..." pabulong niyang saad.

"Ano sabi mo? 'Tong babaeng 'to? Sino bro?" Tanong at usisa ko. 

Minsan 'pag nakakausap ko siya, ang weird niya. Hindi ko alam if may bagay na hindi ko alam or what.

"Ah. wala yun. He- he. Don't mind me." Saad niya.

"Okay. Una na ako sa office. Wish me luck, mukhang mapaparusahan yata ako." Paalam ko saka kami tumawa.

"Sige bro, good luck sa'yo.  Sana 'di ka masuspend kagaya ni Setty." Saka tumawa ang baliw.

Wait. Setty? Parang narinig ko na ang name na 'yan ah? Saan ko nga ba narinig?  Saan?

"BB, please come in." Pagtawag ni Ms. Santiago sa akin.

BB stands for Brandon Bautista, ang pangalan ko. I'm Brandon by the way. Sabi nila famous daw ako, hindi ko naman alam at  kilala yung random messages na nasesend sa akin. Pero as a respect e nirereplyan ko sila ng 'Hi' or 'Hello' pero hindi ko na pinapatagal ang mga conversations namin. Syempre naman, di ko sila personally at I'm the type of guy na hindi comfortable to start some conversation with unknown people. But siyempre may mga nagpapakilala din. Yung sa mga fanclub ko daw.

May mga kakilala akong admins. Yubg admin kong pinakauna ay nung April 2015 pa. Bago lang kase ako sa modelling agency na nagmamanage sa akin.

As I move inside Ms. Santiago's office, I saw her looking intently in me. The way she looks at me, makes me feel I'm melting.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry for always coming late in your class. I promise I won't come late again." I promised.

"For the third time BB. The last time I talk to you, same thing do happened. For now, I can give you a one week suspension. After one week, let's see if I can allow you in my class again. Pack your thing now!" At wala na akong nagawa.

I ran as fast as I can to get in side our room. Ayaw ko kaseng pagkaguluhan ako ng mga babaeng classmates ko. 

I decided to be a model not because I want to be one and to gain a lot of fans, I did this because I don't want to getbullied again and again.

Way back high school, all of my classmates criticized and bullied me. Honestly, I am that type of guy who is not so good in fashion. Hindi ako marunong pumili ng mga damit na hindi baduy at yung mga babagay sa akin. But it was happened jist when I was in Grade 7. I continue studying abroad. For pete's sake, if hindi ko gagawin yun, paulit ulit nalang nila akong ibubully. My high school life was a blast for me.

After that incident, my mother set a flight to New York. Everything has changed. Even my sense of fashion changed. Whenever girls see me, they're all salivating.

I don't care ifthey salivates because all I want is peace. I don't have a fling. When I try to make out with these girls, I remember one girl, a from the past. She is someone who helps to bring the best out of me. She is someone that every guy dream to spend their lives with. According to my mom, she is a childhood friemd of mine.

I've been through a lot of counselling to forget a lot of nostalgic experiences of mine. Fortunately, it's a positive result. And I can say now that I'm done with it.