Just Another Girl To You

Thirteen

After setting up iTunes and synching my phone with it, I logged on into Facebook, only to be greeted by tons of game request notifications.

After declining all, there came a friend request. I checked it out, and it was apparently Jay. I quickly tapped accept, and went on posting photos from the party.

Then he sent me a message.

Jay: Hi

Me: Heya

Jay: What's up?

Me: None of your business.

(I was gawking over photos of Jaz, and was happy when he used a photo I took as his profile photo.)

Jay: Are you always that mean?

Me: Mean? What are you talking about? That wasn't even mean yet.

Jay: So you're naturally snarky, then?

Me: Possibly. Or maybe I just don't like you.

He continued pestering me, and I eventually got used to it, even found him funny at times. We chatted till midnight, talking about nothing in particular.

Me: Damn, I've gotta sleep, it's Christmas Eve later, we'd be staying up again.

Jay: Okay, goodnight.

I slept practically the whole day, and only woke at about ten p.m., roused by Kaitlyn jumping on me.

"Get up fatty, it's Christmas!"

"It isn't, yet." I mumbled sleepily.

I got up and dressed an hour later, not really caring how I looked.

The greetings were exchanged, food was eaten, gifts given, and I dragged myself to bed once again.

***

"Are you always that crabby?" Jay teased when I got down the next morning.

"Hmm... No, just when I'm sleepy." I decided.

I ate my cereal, successfully managing not to fall asleep with my head in the bowl.

"Elaine, get ready, we're going somewhere." Dad told me as he entered the kitchen.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise!"

Damn it, I wanna know. I hurriedly showered and got dressed, rearing to go.

***

"Woah. I. Missed. This. Thanks. Oh my gods!!!" I was running around happily, savoring the feeling of being in familiar territory.

We were in the Philippine Military Academy, my dad's supposed alma matter. He didn't even have to tell me what we would be doing, I already knew.

"So, which way?" I eagerly asked.

We were led further into the camp, towards the training grounds and firing ranges.

Sounds improbable? It's just some of the many things the right connections can give you.

We geared up with mufflers and visors, and I got reoriented with my dad's 30 caliber rifle, (30 mm), the M1.

I set it up, loading the magazine and all, while they were placing targets at different heights and distances.

I fired my first shot, it skirted wide.

Ugh, can't make a laughing stock out of myself, specially with the annoying arse, also known and Jay.