“Oh my gosh, so coquette,” I said, pointing at Jennie’s dress.
“Do you love it ba? Super mahal kaya nito online,” she replied, umiikot-ikot pa like she was on a runway.
I mean… honestly, mas bagay sa’kin ’yan.
“How much is that ba? Do they have other colors? Huhuhu, I love that dress,” I said, not even lying. It was really, really pretty.
“Psst! Hoy! Tama na ’yang kakacoquette-coquette n’yo. Hindi tayo pumunta dito para d’yan,” singit ni Adrianne. KJ talaga siya, swear.
“Im just pointing out her outfit noh. Why don’t we buy dresses like that for IG? Aesthetic kaya,” sabi ko. I want a pink one.
“Sa susunod na ’yan. Ikaw naman, Jen, tignan mo nga ’yang heels mo—ang taas-taas. Alam mo ba kung gaano kahabang lakaran ’tong gagawin natin sa Intra?” Ay ayan na naman siya, nagbi-bitch out.
“It doesn’t matter ’no. As long as I feel pretty. And sabi nga nila, beauty is pain, and there’s beauty in everything. That’s my motto in life,” sabi ni Jen proudly. “Ikaw, Vien, anong motto mo?”
Hmm. Ano nga ba?
“My motto? If money can’t buy their happiness, I don’t care. It will definitely buy mine.”
Ey. Angas.
“Ewan ko sa inyo mga abno. Bakit ba kasi ako nakipagkaibigan sa inyo? Tara na,” sabi ni Adrianne sabay lakad. Ang bilis pa niya ha.
“Dahan-dahan nga. Picture muna tayo. May iinggitin lang ako mamaya sa IG,” ani Jen.
“Dito ka, Vien. Mag-ala Maria Clara ka naman. Aba, parang Marilyn Monroe ’yang posing mo,” sabi ni Jennie.
Napairap na lang ako. I mean, not my fault kung bored si Ma’am Daphne kaya nandito kami para mag-film about sa love life ni Jose Rizal. Maswerte sila, I’m here para maging Blonde Leonor R.
“Perfect na ’to ha,” reklamo ko. Okay naman na talaga—duh. At least aesthetic si Leonor.
“Anong perfect d’yan?! Kailan ka pa nakakita ng Binibini na naka-shades at pinapop-out ’yung pwet?” sigaw ni Add.
“It’s not my fault na pinagmumukha akong flat ng baro-barong ’to ha! It’s not giving!”
“Isa pa, Vivien, ’pag ’di ka umayos, tatanggalin na kita dito. Ikaw na gagawin kong muchacha ni Leonor.”
Oh my gosh. How dare she. Sa ganda kong ’to? Muchacha?
Anyway, what's muchacha?
“Fine,” sagot ko. It’s either Boss Leonor or muchacha, and sorry but I refuse to be a muchacha.
“Tell me, what’s the price of perfection, Kaela?” tanong ko habang tinitigan siya with pitiful eyes.
Poor girl. Puro aral just to be perfect.
“I think I’m being burnt out, haha,” sabi niya habang nakatitig sa books.
“You know, Kae, it’s not a sin if we have fun tonight,” sabi ko. Masungit tone, kasi gosh—does she ever stop studying?
“Wala kaming time, Vien. May STA tayo bukas. And unlike you and Jen, wala kaming rich parents na sasalo sa tuition namin,” sermon ni Add.
Napairap ako. KJ talaga.
“Come on, Add. Hindi naman guguho mundo n’yo ni Kae kung mag-club tayo tonight. Pretty please?” sabay puppy eyes namin ni Jen.
“Whooo! Party, ladies!” sigaw ni Jen sabay twerk.
