(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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"Have you tried wiggling your ears?" Apollo asked and before I could say anything, the expression in his face became blank as his ears started to move a little up and down from his head, grinning in triumph as he put it to stop.
"Uy ba't ka nakangiti!" I snapped out of my reverie the moment Braylee snapped her fingers right in front of my face.
"Ha?" I asked as I found myself in the loud crowd along with all my female friends, still on my bachelorette party.
"Anong ha? Asan ba utak mo?" Riley laughed, making his voice louder to avoid getting drowned from the loud edm music playing.
Braylee moved closer to my ear and screamed. "Ang sabi ko! May special talent ka ba?! Lucho needs someone to perform sa orphanage!" Braylee asked again, reminding me of what we talked about before I got lost in thoughts of him for the nth time since the day began.
"I heard you!" Hindi ko mapigilang mapangiwi sabay hawak sa tenga ko. Mabibingi ako ng wala sa oras dahil kay Braylee.
All of a sudden my phone vibrated and lit up from my pouch.
"Uy, may message oh." Braylee said, pointing my pouch.
"Probably just Cohen." I shrugged and instead paid attention to one of my sorority sisters who are having the time of their lives while dancing with the stripper up the stage. But moments later, I noticed that Riley and Braylee are still looking at me so I turned to face them again.
"What?" I smiled while shaking my head a bit.
"It's Cohen... your groom-to-be. Aren't you gonna check that?" Riley raised his one thick eyebrow and smirked playfully.
"Check his message!" Braylee said but then shook her head and blinked. Lasing na ba 'to? Anong stage na ba 'to?
I fetched out my phone to take a look at his message.
Unknown:
Don't drink too much
Who's driving?
My breathing hitched upon realizing it's Apollo, whose number I didn't even dare to save.
"Guys who'll drive us home?" I asked both of them. It looks like Braylee isn't cheating this time by making Riley drink her liquor so I bet the stages might come out sooner or later. I guess this means all of us will be drunk then.
"Warren." Riley said.
I nodded. I then took a deep breath as I tapped for a reply.
