"And where have you been, Shay Fatimah!" it's Ate Sharon.
Ah, what should I say? I'm in trouble if I tell the truth.
"Where did you sleep last night?" her voice raised slightly, and I held my breath.
I don't want to get into trouble.
"At Sabria's place. Yes, at their house. Why?" I replied quickly.
I hope that worked, and I let out a sigh as she left.
"Shay, you have school. What time is it? Move!" she's like my mom even though she's just a few years older than me. You'd think she's not my cousin.
It's still early, so I'll go to school and head upstairs to get ready.
Afterward, I went downstairs. The discomfort between my legs had lessened, thankfully, if I don't dwell on it.
"Have you eaten?" Ate Sharon greeted me.
"I'll eat at school, bye!" I said as I walked away, but then I remembered last night again.
"Why is it so big," I muttered to myself.
"What's big, huh?" I forgot that Sab can hear quite well, so I just shook my head.
I continued eating.
It's recess now, and I'm so hungry, probably because of last n—erase, erase that, Shay, nothing happened, okay.
"Hey, why weren't you at your dad's funeral? I even looked for you," she suddenly asked.
"Uh... I went around the cemetery. It's beautiful there," I replied before taking another bite of my food.
If Dad hadn't died, none of this would have happened to me last night.
"Hmp," she said before standing up just as the bell rang.
"Oh, it's time, what's up?" I always end up hurrying through our meals.
I'm still hungry. I didn't eat last night either.
When we arrived at school, the teacher was already there, and thankfully, he didn't scold us.
I wasn't really paying attention to the discussion. Who was that guy? Why did he make me lose control like that, and I even gave him my name, which I shouldn't have done.
Until I got home, I was still thinking about the guy I had s*x with, and I didn't want to think about it, but it kept popping into my head how he made me feel good, but that wasn't wrong.
"Ugh, I just want to sleep," I sighed and lay down on the bed.
The next day, I woke up because I had to go to school. I didn't feel like going, but I had to. After my morning rituals, I went downstairs and found Ate Sharon in the living room, watching TV.
I walked slowly towards the door to avoid her noticing me.
"Ahem!" she cleared her throat, and I stopped in my tracks, closing my eyes tightly.
"Aren't you having breakfast?" I faced her and nodded.
I saw her gesture, indicating goodbye. Maybe because she knew I was going to be late. I walked towards the gate, about to open it when...
"Iha, should I take you there?" I almost jumped in surprise and clutched my chest.
"No, Manong, it's okay. Why do you talk like that all of a sudden?" I said breathlessly and smiled.
"Alright, I'm leaving then!" I said goodbye and stepped away from the gate.
"Ugh!" I sighed as I walked away.
I glanced back because there was a fancy car moving slowly as if following me. Surely not, maybe it's just broken.
I noticed it was keeping pace with me, and the window opened. There was a man wearing glasses with a serious expression that made him look handsome. A straight nose, beautiful eyes that could rival mine in terms of length, and I couldn't describe his handsomeness because it was perfect. I wanted to jump or scream here. Of course, just kidding.
"Done recognizing me?" I snapped out of my trance at his stern and deep voice.
I blinked a few times.
"Do you know me? Me?" I said, surprised.
"Oh, you really don't remember me. Tsk, come with me," he glanced around.
Why?
"Why should I go with you? Who are you?" my eyes widened at what he said.
"So you really don't recognize me?" he raised an eyebrow, making me gulp.
"Do I know you? Who are you for me to recognize you?" I laughed, seeing him squint.
"Slow down. I don't want to marry someone I don't love, so get in the car if you don't want to marry me either."
Loading... I thought long and hard about who he was. Have I seen him before? Or is he just playing around?
I didn't know he was a vlogger, hahaha. But...
Who's getting married? Me to him? Why not, he's handsome, who wouldn't fall for him, so I'm lucky to have a handsome husband, but I don't want to study yet.
"Come on, someone might see us," I was still standing outside, and he squinted again.
"You really don't remember me. Tsk, get in!" I felt like I was going to pee from fear of his shouting, so I quickly got in.
He tensed his jaw while driving.
Who is he? Why does he know me?
"Who are you?" I asked softly, afraid of making him angrier.
"You didn't recognize me, the man who last s3x with you, slut," he said coldly, and I just widened my eyes and seemed to be laughing.
"I'm a slut, so what do you care if I had s3x with you, huh! Stop the car! If I'm here to ask if something happened, are you stupid? Of course not, I take pills!" I said angrily to him.
Don't cry, okay Shay, smile, and he stopped the car.
I was about to open the door when he grabbed my wrist tightly, and I winced.
"My Dad plans for me to marry you because of what you did to me." I couldn't help but shed a tear, not because of what he said but because of his grip on my hand.
Decision? Who is this guy's dad? Is he the owner of the Philippines to make me obey?
"He's going to marry me to the slut who—" I didn't let him finish, and he looked surprised.
"You slapped me," his eyes narrowed, and he held my wrist tighter.
I pulled my hand away, causing him to release it.
"Yes, didn't you feel it, huh? You know, no one has ever said those things to me. I'm not a slut, I didn't want everything that happened, and if there's a wedding, tell him there will be no offspring. Who is your father for me to obey?" I shouted at him, shaking with anger.
He had nothing to say, and I could see it in his eyes. Maybe he felt guilty.
When I got out of the car, I quickly walked to the University. Luckily, it's nearby. I arrived at the University in no time, and everyone was looking at me.
"Omg, she cried!"
"Wow, who made her cry?"
"Aww, she cried!"
Stop laughing, guys, use common sense.
I heard whispers, but I continued walking. When I reached the room, Sab greeted me with a look of concern and surprise.
"Did you cry? Who made you cry?" she asked in surprise, taking something out of her bag.
"Here, I have some tissues," she said with a smile, handing me a tissue.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just miss Dad," I said with a smile.
I miss him too.
It hurts to speak of that jerk. You'd think he's someone important. It was so mean of him to call me a slut, tsk.
"Oh my gosh, I think I made you cry even more, sorry!" she said while helping me wipe my tears.
I took a breath. "No, you didn't. Let's go inside," I said, smiling.
I hope that crazy guy understands now that there will be no wedding because I don't want it either. He has a bad attitude, and he's not even handsome, tsk!
"Mom is here," Sab said, and we sat down.