Faux Pas Girls 1: Game On, Master (Monique)

Chapter 1: The answer is still...

"Good morning, Alberta. Tawagin mo si Callan."

"It's already afternoon, Monique. And he's—"

I heard some rustling, noises, at jokes ng peer pressure kay Callan tungkol sa 'kin. See? Everyone's urging him to sleep with me. Why wouldn't he?

"Hello, Monique. Bakit ka napatawag?" tanong ni Callan sa phone.

Huminga ako nang malalim. Bakit ako napatawag? Because he invaded my dream, damn him! He got me so thirsty pero wala siyang hotdog doon! Argh!

"You were in my dream, damn you! Kahit sa panaginip ko, hindi mo 'ko pinlok-plok! My fcking hoo-ha's hurt, you know! What the fck, Callan!"

He chuckled. The same chuckle I heard in my dream.

"Nagagalit ka sa 'kin dahil sa panaginip mo? Don't you know that dreams are the product of the dreamer?"

I know, but... "So ano'ng sinasabi mo? Na iniisip kita?"

"Hindi ba? Kagigising mo lang ba?"

"Motherfcker! You're enjoying this, 'no? You're enjoying my torture?"

"I'm not torturing you, Monique," magaan ang boses na sabi niya. May amusement pa rin. "Okay. I'm sorry for what I did in your dreams."

"What you did? FYI, wala kang ginawa! 'Yon ang problema! Hanggang panaginip, wala ka pa ring ginawa!" I shouted one last, long argh bago ko putulin ang linya.

Humihingal ako sa inis pagkatapos. I dialed Zia's number.

"May kausap ka kanina?" she asked.

"Yes. Si Callan."

"Why? Did he say yes?"

Napa-eye roll ako. "Wish ko lang. Nagpapakipot pa rin ang animal."

Mahinang tumawa si Zia, bago ko marinig na humikab. "Are you still in bed? I was trying to call Amber pero hindi sumasagot."

"Why? Are you still in bed, too? Sa bahay n'yo? Didn't you go with... who's that last night?" Dumapa ako sa kama ko habang hinahaplos ang buhok ko. I need to go to the salon for hot oil. Baka need na rin ng trim. I hate split ends.

"No. It's yuck when we kissed. Ang dami niyang laway, girl, I swear. He's like a river of saliva. Hindi ako prepared uminom ng lahat ng laway niya. And he's not even that handsome in hard light," reklamo ni Zia.

Natawa ako. "Yuck."

"How about you? Nasa bahay ka? Hindi ka sumama ro'n sa lalaki kagabi?"

"Well, yes but..." I sighed. "Alam mo namang hindi ako puwedeng basta tumihaya lately because of a stupid promise. I'm all set to just make out, kahit masakit sa pempem, but the guy pinched me down there... and he fcking licked inside my ear! A very wet lick! I'm in heat but I swear, nawala lahat ng libog ko."

Tumawa rin siya. "What's up with these guys lately, 'no? They talk as if they're great, but... grabe, they're not even good kissers. And forget about the foreplay. All they know to do is to get hard and put it in. Si Amber lang yata ang successful uli sa 'tin kagabi."

Sanay kaming successful si Amber sa one night stand after partying. It's a mystery pero magnet siya ng mga choke-me-daddy types. Brusko, full of angry tattoo, at bouncer-look na mga lalaki. Minsan, sumama naman siya sa isang mukhang matotokhang. We feared she might be dead the next day, but she met us brighter than sunshine. Walang red flags si Amber sa lalaki at kami ang natitirang pamigil niya.

"Wala namang bad news siguro, 'no? Hindi naman siguro tayo mag-aabang ng newsflash, na tipong na-hurt siya or ano..." sabi ko.

Sanay rin kami na laging kabado para kay Amber. Ang aftermath ng partying namin ay laging mag-alala kung buhay pa siya.