18 ROSES: Laws of the Elite || #Wattys2017 Winner [UNDER REVISION]

52ND ROSE || Cussing Jar

52ND ROSE || Cussing Jar

- MICHELLE SUMASTRE -

"How many cities in Japan got bombed in World War II?" napatingin naman agad sa amin ang aming History teacher hindi dahil sa naghahanap s'ya ng sasagot sa tanong n'ya kung hindi dahil sa malakas na ringtone mula sa cellphone ni Luke. Bahagya naman akong napatingin kay Luke dahil doon.

"Hemmings," our teacher uttered his surname in a warning tone.

"Which Hemmings are you preferring? Is it me..." bahagya namang tinuro ni Luke ang kapatid n'ya. "Or her?"

Pinagdilatan naman ni Chantal ng mga mata si Luke. "What the hell?"

"It is you I am talking to, Mr. Luke Hemmings," maotoridad na sabi ng History teacher namin.

Kumunot naman ang noo ni Luke. "What the fck do you want, huh?"

Tiim-bagang huminga nang malalim ang aming teacher. "Don't cuss on your teacher, Mr. Hemmings. Have you forgotten? You are not allowed to use cellphones during class hours. Why is it your cellphone rings louder than my voice?"

"Is it my fault that our investors love to fcking call me everyday just to check their fcking shares in my old man's company and is it my fault if your voice is so fcking low that we can't hear it and your fcking class is so fcking boring that we usually fell asleep? Oh c'mon madame, don't fcking blame me if your subject—ah, not the subject. It's you who's not that fcking interesting," nagtawanan naman ang mga kaklase namin sa sinabi ni Luke pero ako nama'y hindi natutuwa sa ginawang pagsagot-sagot at pang-iinsulto ni Luke sa aming guro.

"Hahaha! Nice one, Luke!"

"Yeah, right. Fcking burn with it b*tch!"

Tiim-bagang napahawak nang mahigpit ang aming guro sa history book na hawak n'ya.

"OMFG, she's crying! The old hag is crying! Shit, you're so ugly! Hahaha!" nangibabaw naman ang tawa ni Myrtle at agad namang nagsitawanan ang lahat.

"You know what? I think it's better if you'll teach us strategies in business than repeating some shits about history. Those guys are already dead and they can't fcking help our economy especially the growth of our stock market." nagsitawanan naman 'yung ibang lalaking kaklase namin sa likuran.

"I hate you! I hate this class! I hate teaching in this class! I will never ever teach in this class again!" our History teacher snapped.

"Oh, same to you fella. We also hate all the shits of you," Stacey said with a b*tchy smile.

Parang nahihirapang huminga ang aming teacher nung mag-walk out s'ya sa aming klase. Agad namang nagsigawan ang mga kaklase namin.

"Serves you right, b*tch!"

"Free time! Yeah!"

Tiim bagang napakuyom ako ng kamao dahil hindi ko lubos maisip na gaganunin nila ang aming guro. Padabog na tumayo at agad na nilapitan si Luke.

"Masaya ka ba sa ginawa mo?"

Inangat naman ni Luke ang kanyang tingin sa akin. "What's the fuss, Sumastre?"

"Masaya ka bang insultuhin ang teacher natin nang gano'n, ha?!" natigilan naman ang lahat sa kanilang pag-iingay at tinuon nila ang atensyon nila sa aming dalawa.

"She blamed me that's why I insulted her. Lintik lang ang walang ganti," Luke tsked.

"Gumanti? 'Yun talaga ang sumagi sa isip mo? Alam mo, napaka-isip bata mo. Pati ba naman 'yun pinatulan mo pa?! Kung hindi mo naman pala kasalanang may tumawag sa'yo at nag-ingay 'yang cellphone mo, sana hindi ka nalang kumibo. Sana naging mahinahon ka nalang sa pakikipag-usap at hindi ka nalang nag-bad mouth sa teacher natin! Pinapalala mo lang ang sitwasyon eh!" sabi ko.