My Extra Large Girl [Completed]

My Extra Large Girl

Denzel and Treble are getting a revamp, too!

Please take note that the events here took place prior to those from Journey To You. I have no regular schedule for updates; I update when I can.

MY EXTRA LARGE GIRL 2019

Prologue ✓

The crowd's cheering intensifies as the much anticipated guest singer browses through the crowd to find a girl to serenade on stage.

I roll my eyes in annoyance. He's just a regular university student from the province next to ours, okay?  He has tons of views and a hundred thousand followers on Youtube but he's no superstar.

I don't like how people nowadays can easily become a "hot item" because of social media and get a fanbase and ultimately get paid to sing for events like this one— our school's founding anniversary.

He's good-looking. I give him that. But his poise and the way he carries himself annoys me to the bones. Ang hangin.

"Ako nalang!!!! Please!!!" Tili ng isang babaeng nasa harap ko. Napakatinis ng boses ng putek, nakakabingi.

That captures Mr. Hot Item's attention though. He inches closer to the microphone and says, "The only girl in yellow, please be my guest."

Everyone begins to frantically search for the girl in the yellow shirt.

Unfortunately though, that girl turns out to be me. Why wear yellow when we were asked to wear green? Ayan, nag-stand out pa tuloy! Tanga mo, Denzel.

"Aakyat na yan! Aakyat na yan!" The crowd chants enthusiastically. Mga gago ba kayo? Nabubuwisit na nga ako sa Mr. Hot Item na 'yan eh tapos aakyat ako para haranahin niya ako?! Pabibo siya masyado!

"Susunduin ba kita diyan?" He asks, his whisper sounding like a wave of seduction against the microphone. Naghiyawan tuloy lalo ang mga malalanding babae sa paligid.

"Ano ba yan, pabebe!" Dining kong reklamo ng iilan, pertaining to me.

"Kung ayaw mo, ako nalang!" Sigaw pa nung isa.

All of their stares were so suffocating, as if I am committing a grave mistake by not coming up to that stage yet.

"Sige na, Denz, akyat ka na. Libre kitang samgyupsal bukas." Bulong ng katabi ko sa akin. Since when has Jared been standing there? Wala naman siya diyan kanina ah.

Pero taena. Kahapon pa ako naglalaway sa samgyupsal na 'yan eh.

Kusang naglakad ang aking mga paa patungo sa entablado. Hala, na-hypnotize na ng korean pork belly ang mga traydor kong paa. All for samgyupsal! Let's do this!

Umakyat ako sa stage at andoon si Mr. Hot Item para ilahad ang kaniyang kamay at alalayan ako. Pakitang tao! If I know, papaliguan niyan ng alcohol ang kamay niya mamaya sa backstage.

Hindi niya binitawan ang kamay ko kahit noong nasa gitna na kami ng stage at nakahawak na yung kanang kamay niya sa mikropono; his left hand still holding mine.

The band behind us begins to play and I instantly recognize the song Mr. Hot Item is going to sing.

Napatakip pa ako sa bibig ko gamit ang kaliwa kong kamay, hawak niya pa rin yung kanan, noong binitawan niya ang unang linya ng kanta.

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"Bangon na, anak!" My father's voice shakes me back to the present, shattering the bittersweet episode of my dream.