What Belongs to Me [COMPLETE]

Chapter 6 "BFF & The Stressors"

I checked my class schedule for the semester and it all starts at seven thirty a.m. from Mondays to Saturdays and ends in five thirty in the evening and some at seven thirty. So practically, I’m a person who has no life, no ‘me time’. I can barely get enough sleep at some days because our instructors are constantly giving us loads of plates as if competing for the title of “who gave the most number of plates and the most difficult projects” as if we are their minions. We never cared if some calls us zombie and walking dead, there were even instances when I and my friends experienced not bathing going to school, just brushing our teeth is already enough because we’re up the whole night doing plates and we had had only thirty minutes sleep--- lucky us if we have one or two hours of power nap.

We have couple of instructors that are licensed Interior Designers (IDr.). The first one is IDr. Glaiza Ceno, she is in her late twenty’s, a short but very fabulous woman with her bob cut hairstyle that gives her a fierce but fresh look, her outfits always talks fashion. Other refer to her as “little miss sarcastic” because she is very fluent with her sarcasm. Next is IDr. Robi Ferno, he is also in his late twenty’s; small built with a dusky skin complexion man, he is a total synonym of perfectionist who sees a very very tiny mistake in the line weights of our drawings. Then we have IDr. James Herrera, he placed top three during his board examination, that’s why he thinks that he is the best of all and better than the head of our organization IDr. Miles Ronan, the master of everything and the decision maker. She is still single in her late thirty’s. I personally dislike her along with my circle of friends because we think she is a bipolar, our precious grades depends on her mood while she is checking our plates. What a load of psyco’s I must say, maybe designers tend to be like them, they possess different strong personalities and that’s what makes them unique. And maybe I was like them too, weird in the people eyes.

“Cring! Cring! Cring!” my black vintage metal alarm clock is making this annoying noise again making me realized that it’s time for me to take a shower already. It’s six a.m. on the last morning of October. It would be so nice if I have a window where I could see the yard outside and every morning the sun will come through the shutters, stripping my blanket with light and someone is there beside me, grabbing my waist and pulling me off to him tightly. ‘Enough with this daydream very early in the morning’, I brushed the thought. I just realized it's Monday, meaning it is the deadline for everything we had had completed the whole weekend. I haven’t had my breakfast yet and my best-friend is now phoning me, I assumed she’s going to ask me if I’m already finished with my plates or if how much did I finished?

“Hey, where are you right now?” her tone was cheerful, maybe she’s confirming if I’m at my apartment or if I went to a group work study with some of my classmates because it’s how we do things sometimes.
“Good morning LJ, I’m at my apartment, why? What is it? Very early huh?” i asked her deliberately trying to sound calm.
“Have you had your breakfast yet dear, I’m on my way to you, you must come down now, we’re going to Jollibee” ‘ohhh myyy!’ I forgot I have a ‘who cares’ best friend. It’s not about the deadline on her mind; it’s about food, ‘food food food’

LJ has a chubby with a great curve body type but her feature is still amazing with her blessed bottom that every lady had surely wished for. She just couldn't hide the concave on her waist and the convex on her bottom, everyone admired her figure as what I heard from people comments, from both guys and girls. She’s very generous to others,  well most especially to me, maybe because I’m her closest friend in class and that makes me love staying at her place because her fridge was always overflowing with foods and drinks, by the way; it's loaded with chocolates. What I really love about her was that; she’s liberated, open minded and a very optimistic woman. She barely show when she is worried about something and her positivity surely is quite contagious. I have no choice but to say ‘yes’ to her because she said that she's already on her way and besides my stomach is starting to create sounds already.

“Ok girl, I’m going to wait for you at the crossing, faster!” I said rolling my eyes alone, grabbing my jacket and locking my door.
“Right, see yah!” she shouted at the tricycle's loud noise. When we're already in the line at the ordering section, I noticed her brand-new pink H&M short if I’m not mistaken and her also brand-new GAP jacket with her white tight crop top inside, which revealed some of her skin.
“Girl! What’s wrong here? I can’t smell food; all I smell are brand-new clothes?” I said mimicking a dog smelling some food and she laughed catching my joke instantly and then we unthinkingly  said, “BIATCH!” in unison with a freaking letter “A”. “So how’s your plate? Have you finished it or at least did half of it?” I asked her looking her in the eyes with my raise brows and crossed arms in anticipation with her unpredictable answer.
“Well yeah...? I finished half of it, biatch I’m not that irresponsible you know.” She said sulking.
“Really?” I sighed disapprovingly.
“Of course girl, please believe me for Christ sake”. She blurted gazing away to the counter, starting to be upset.
“Okay okay” I said, just to make her feel better then I reach for the tray with our orders on it and then we ascended the stairs to the second floor to find our seat.

As we sat on the banquet seat along the curtain wall with red leather upholstery, I said to her with a smile to control the situation for what i'm going to say to her.
“You’re such a bad influence, do you know that?” i told her half meant.
“Ha ha ha ha ha” she laughed again with her iconic witch sound when laughing which makes me and our classmates a little annoyed sometimes. “Am I not a good influence to you dear?” I continued nagging her, as I was pulling up the while plastic roller blinds because I knew that she loves the sunrise, the vitamin she gets from it she says and of course the sunkiss.
“Hey relax, I did my part but I guess not my best, can you help me finish it?” she simply said digging on her chicken joy, trying to hide her smile. ‘Here we are, here we are!’ I screamed with my mind,
“That’s it! Right? That’s why you called me and treat me my breakfast to ask a favor.” I laughed at her rolling my eyes to the fullest making a sound ‘tsk tsk tsk’ and we burst out laughing together, getting the attention of the few people inside.
"Please....." she said with the straw on her mouth giving me her cutest assertion. While I’m waiting for her in finishing her mango pie; i threw my gaze out the floor to ceiling glass window, the cars and tricycles were already filling the streets real quick, sooner it will create traffic and the sun was already going up the buildings, peeping on the building roofs and penthouse.
“Come on dear, we have to hurry things up. I’m sure that you know, today is not that day when it’s ok to be late.” Just picturing the serious face of ma’am Miles in my head is already making me anxious and sending shivers to me.
“Yeah right, I know I know! Call me when you’re on your way later.” she was saying while pulling herself to stand.