Freaking Perfect [ON-GOING]

7

My expression hardened.

Barkada? Friends? Huh.

Memories of the past flashed on my mind.

"O 'yan! Isaksak mo sa baga mo!"

I saw a nerdy girl being bullied by my classmates. These bitches don't really know what to do with their lives. I continued watching the scene in front of me. The poor girl started getting the pieces of the paper from the floor.

"Sa susunod, ayoko nang makikita kang umaaligid-aligid sa boyfriend ko ha. 'Wag kang umasang papatulan ka nun dahil tingnan mo nga 'yang itsura mo, mukha kang manang!" The ugly frog even kicked the girl causing her to fall on her butt. Natawa ang mga kasama ng palakang 'yon.

"What is this, some cheap-ass teleserye?" I started walking towards them.

The frogs' eyes widened. Bahagya silang napaatras.

"F-farrah..."

"I heard you idolize me, Natasha. Too bad your version's too low-quality," I said, eyeing her from head to toe. Nag tagal ang titig ko sa Chanel handbag niya na kapareho ng akin.

"W-what-"

"Here," Inilahad ko ang bag ko sa harap niya.

Her brows are furrowed because of confusion. "W-why are you giving that to me? I have my own-"

"You have two options. Accept the bag..." I purposely hanged my words, "and get a slap from me."

She looked at her friends who are equally scared as her.

"I'm getting impatient. You know you don't want that, Natasha." Nagbabanta ang boses ko.

I saw her gulped before finally getting the bag from my hand.

I slapped her real hard she fell on the floor.

Collective gasps were heard from her friends, from the bullied and from the audiences.

She started shaking as she looked at me with wide eyes. "W-why-"

"I said and, hun. Which means accepting the bag and getting a slap is a collective one."

Tiningnan ko 'yong nerd na binubully nila. "Get up." I instructed.

She bit her lip and quietly stood up.

"Follow me," I told her and started walking. Nilingon ko siya nang maramdamang hindi siya nakasunod. I raised my brow.

She started walking behind me. I stopped one more time and looked back at the frogs. Natasha is crying with her equally ugly friends.

"Oh and by the way," I got their attention. "Good job on choosing the first option because you wouldn't want the other," I smiled sweetly.

"which is me, saying yes to your boyfriend."

"Farrah, look!"

I raised a brow at my best friend- she insisted that we are- and rolled my eyes.

"That guy is an A+ fuckboy." I replied.

Ibinaba niya ang hawak na cellphone at sinimangutan ako.

"Grabe, aren't you happy that I'm finally getting suitors? Mas maganda na ba ako sayo kaya hindi ka natutuwa?" There's something wrong with her tone that I hate. She's been really weird lately.