American Boy ✔️

Chapter Twenty Four

Mukhang handang-handa siya sa pagbisita ko today, he does this all the time anyway.

"Ms. Miranda, your order is served~" malambing niyang sambit, sinara ko ang pinto at binigyan ko rin siya nang ngiti pero hindi kasing laki nung sa kanya.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

Writing inside the coffee shop or the library feels great.

At first masaya ako na nasa kwarto lang ako lagi o nasa loob ako ng apartment ko kapag nagsusulat ako, but I think it started in my junior year of college that I visited this coffee shop and it inspired me to write more.

Minsan pumupunta ako sa ibang coffee shop para lang magsulat, minsan lang ako sa mga library kasi nakakaboring din doon minsan.

The cafe feels better. There's a coffee, some books too, and this warm atmosphere between the people inside this place, it's something else.

I'm writing about my new upcoming novel that will be released two or three months from now.

I'm just writing a few chapters now, sure naman ako na matatapos ko yung buong storya next month, I need to work with my editor too, nababaliw pa rin ako sa pag gamit ng 'ng' at 'nang'.

The smell of this coffee is so good.

This time, I'll pay for this order, ayokong laging nanlilibre yung barista dahil lang may gusto siya sa'kin, 'tsaka isa pa I don't want to use my beauty for that kind of thing.

I don't want to lead him on either. Leading someone on will only result to breaking that someone's heart, the barista is pretty cute and he is nice.

Ayokong masaktan siya.

And besides, I've been there.

I've been hurt before, I don't want someone to experience my pain before. It's better to be honest and hurt them than just leading them on and hurting them in the end.

Ayoko ring magkaroon ng drama o ng scandal dahil lang sa isang lalaki.

It's terrible.

I'm kind of a public person because I'm an author who had sold millions of copies, and I'm also a model, we don't want people thinking that I'm a slut or a player.

Sus, kahit naman na wala akong ginagawa noon iniisip pa rin ng mga kaklase ko na ganoon akong klaseng babae.

I learned it the hard way. Inisip ko na baka may kailangan akong gawin para baguhin ang tingin nila sa'kin, I just want to live a good life but these people can't stop thinking about how I'm pretty and just because I hang out with my friends in the parties that I'm some slut or player.

I suffered a lot.

But then I realized na 'di naman nila binabayaran yung tuition ko, 'di ko naman sila kamag-anak, ano ko ba sila?

Words don't mean anything, they're just opinions, they hate me... because I'm me.

They hate me because I'm gorgeous, I'm pretty, and I'm unlike anyone else.

I realized the power I have over these people who hated me because there is no way they would hate me if they were not scared of my power and what I can do.

That's where it all started. I didn't give a fuck about anyone else. I became myself. And before I know it, people hated me more because I grew higher and stronger, and they stayed in the same goddamn place as always.