(FHS#2) You better watch out, you better not cry, and you better not fall cuz the f*ckboys just waged a war against Filimon Height's one and only sorority.
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Alas-singko na ng hapon nang makabalik kami sa Filimon Heights. Mas maaga kesa sa inaasahan, naging mabilis ata ang takbo ni Apollo. Hindi rin ako sigurado, sa likod na kasi ako umupo at si Braylee na ang nasa tabi niya.
Pagkatapos ng sinabi sa akin ni Apollo kanina, hindi ko na maatim na makipag-usap sa kanya. Natatakot ako sa mga kung ano pang pwede kong masabi kaya pasimple ko nalang na pinakiusapan si Braylee at palitan ako sa front seat. Mabuti nalang at masyadong napagod sina Warren para ipagpilitan ulit kami ni Apollo na magkatabi, si Braylee naman hindi na nagtanong pa at umupo agad sa front seat.
Imbes na sa dorm, pinili namin ni Riley na sa bahay nina Braylee umuwi at doon nalang din magpapalipas ng gabi.
"May bisita ata kayo Bray," Sabi ko nang sa pagpasok namin sa gate nina Braylee ay bumungad sa amin ang isang mamahaling sasakyan.
"Wow, anong model 'to? Mukhang mamahalin ah?" Riley marveled at the car as he ran his finger on it's silk black body.
"Bentley Continental Flying Spur probably around 200k dollars." I shrugged. Both Braylee and Riley looked at we with eyebrows furrowed. "What?" I couldn't help but laugh at their reaction.
"My parents aren't rich. They don't have rich friends too." Braylee pouted in confusion as she began to walk towards the door. All Riley and I could do was follow.
As we entered their house, we all heard voices coming from the living room. We could hear Braylee's parents.. and then there's one familiar voice that suddenly registered on my mind. They were laughing around, like they were a group of friends having a friendly conversation.
My heart tightened when I recognized the familiar voice. My impulse got the best of me as I barged towards the living room. My jaw dropped when I saw who was sitting on the couch right in front of where Braylee's parents sat. He was sitting there, holding a cup of coffee, a smile on his face as he's browsing through a photo album.
"Dad?!" I gasped. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him. But painful memories from the past suddenly came flooding back.
He looked up. Shock was an understatement to describe the look on his eyes. "P-philbert."
"Oh Dear. We thought maayang gabi pa ang uwi niyo?" I heard Braylee's Dad gasp but my eyes never left my father's. His green eyes and caucasian features, it's still the same even after five years. He just looked a little skinnier compared to the last time I saw him.
"Mom what's going on?" I heard Braylee gasp.
"Uy, ang pogi ng dad ni Pie kahit matanda na." Riley commented.
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My Dad and I are both silent as we were inside Tito's private office in his house. They gave us the privacy to talk but none of us is really talking. Dad's just sitting on the swivel chair while I was standing by the door with my arms crossed. I can't even dare to look at him because I know my tears will just fall right away. I missed him but the pain is still there.
