"What happened to your face, girl?" Aya asked the moment I walked into the classroom.
Good thing I came in early. I didn't want anyone seeing me looking like a zombie!! I didn't get any sleep at all—thanks to the texts she sent me last night! So annoying!!
"You're seriously asking me that? After everything you texted me?!" I yelled at her and immediately buried my head on my desk.
Ugh, I'm so sleepy. (._.)
She sat down beside me and said, "I said I'm sorry, okay?! It was hot gossip! You had to know—because we're partners in crime, duh!"
I looked at her. "Okay, and?"
She smacked me.
"Ow!! What was that for?!"
"Come on, girl! Weren't you at least curious why they were holding hands?? If you ask me, that Katrina is a cradle snatcher!! Eww! No more Tita Katrina. Just Katrina."
"Aya, seriously. Why do we even care if there's something going on between them? Duh. Just let them be. Tss," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Wow, Alys. So this is who you've become? After everything Tito Steve did for you, you're just going to sit back and let him get cheated on when you know you can do something?" Aya said, her voice laced with guilt-tripping.
Ugh, unbelievable!!
"What do you want me to do? Be a spy?!"
"Exactly, bestie! Nailed it!!"
"What?!" I stood up in disbelief. This girl is seriously something else!
She pulled me back down. "Bestie, our lives are boring. We need a little spice, you know? Hehehe."
"You sound like Kei. If you want 'spice' in your life, go join Survivor! Honestly!"
Then I dropped my head on the desk again. My head hurts. I'm so sleepy.
Why do I even care if there's something suspicious between Drake and Katrina? Aish! But Tito Steve… And it's all Aya's fault!! Now I feel guilty!!
Why do I have to be so nice?? Sheen, my love, was the only one I should be worrying about, and now even Drake's getting involved! So annoying!!!
The bell rang and we headed to the auditorium for the flag ceremony. Ugh, even here, she won't stop bothering me?! Sometimes I seriously regret having her as my best friend!! She nags me every minute like a built-in conscience! Ugh!!
After the flag ceremony, we went back to the room. Of course—study here, study there. Ugh, I'm just glad I'm still surviving! Trigonometry and Physics every single day?? What kind of life is this?!
Finally—last period! Yes! Home Economics! Woo! This is one of the reasons why I love studying at St. Claire's—aside from Sheen, my love! Home Eco here is the best. Well, it should be—our tuition fees are insane! Good thing we're rich! Wahaha!!
"For today, you'll work in pairs. It's up to you what you want to make, as long as the ingredients are available in the Home Eco room, alright?"
Ma'am started announcing the pairings. Hmm. Why do I feel like something's wrong?
"…Palma, Drake and Perez, Alys Zyril…"
Something really does feel off.
Who's my partner again?
Hmm.
Palma, Drake and Perez, Alys Zyril…
Palma, Drake?! What???
I glanced at Aya and there she was—smirking mischievously. Why him, of all people?! Later I might actually get tempted to ask him about Katrina. And I'm a gossip queen by birth!!
We went to the Home Eco room and everyone began working. My partner? Who's that again? Hahaha! Just kidding. He's over there in the corner, earphones plugged in. You never really know what Drake's deal is. Whatever! I better not ask about Katrina or he'll give me that scary look again!!
I got some ingredients from the pantry for my strawberry cake.
"La la la~"
I was even humming. Baking is really a stress reliever. I'll forget about my love problems with Sheen and whatever affair (?) Drake and Katrina might have. Go, Alys Zyril Perez! You can do this! Hoooo!!!
I finished baking and—Tadaaaaa~ My masterpiece is done! Hahaha! I'm so proud of myself!! I'm taking this home. Hehehe.
I put my cake in the fridge and headed to my locker to get a change of clothes. I looked like a mess. Most of my classmates were probably gone by now, so the Home Eco room should be empty when I return.
I went to the shower room. Hmm. It's only 4:30. I'll shower first. This school is awesome—everything we need is right here. It's really great being rich. Hehehe.
By 5:30, I was done. Aya texted me that she went home ahead. That brat!!
I headed to the Home Eco room to get my cake—when I saw someone baking? Hmm. Who could that be? Weird. They've been at it a while.
I ignored them and walked straight to the fridge for my cake, but when I got a better look at the person—
"Drake????"
Holy crap! Is that Drake? Baking?? A cake??
"Ah, shit. What's your problem?"
Oh my god!! He spoke!!
"U-uh, I…"
"Tss," he muttered and kept going. He didn't look like he knew what he was doing—just dumping ingredients into a bowl.
"U-uh, you're doing it wrong…"
He just glared at me. Why is he giving me that look again?? What did I even do??
"Tss! Whatever. Autistic."
I was about to leave with my cake when he suddenly stopped me.
"H-hey!! Why are you taking my cake?!"
What the heck?! He just grabbed the cake box?!
"This is mine! Just make a new one."
He snatched it again. We looked ridiculous—fighting over a cake box.
"But this is mine!!"
He glared at me again. I was getting scared. (._.)
"Aish!" he said, letting go of the box. It fell to the floor. He looked surprised. "You're so stubborn. Tss," then he picked up the box.
My strawberry cake… Why did you leave me?
"Here," he said, handing me the box with the now-ruined cake inside.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Stare at it. Tss," there he goes again with his annoying tss!
He turned around.
"Hey, Drake Palma! Don't walk away from me while I'm talking to you!"
He stopped but didn't turn around.
"You ruined my cake, so you're going to make me a new one!"
"Tss, how annoying," he said, sounding completely uninterested.
"Annoying, your face!! We're making a new cake whether you like it or not! I already texted my mom that I'm bringing one home!"
I dragged him back to the pantry and grabbed enough ingredients for two cakes.
He stood at one counter, I stood at the other. I placed the ingredients in front of him.
"You're smart, so you'll figure it out. Hehehe," I laughed, but he didn't. He just gave me a nasty look.
"Kidding!! Laugh a little! Anyway, just watch what I do and copy it. You were trying to make one earlier, right?"
He just stared at me. Wow, great conversation skills.
I started baking again. Mix mix here, mix mix there. Hooo. I feel so happy. XD
When I glanced at him, he had flour on his face. Hehehe! He looked like an idiot! First time I've seen him look like that—he usually looks so smart. Hehehe.
"Psst," I called. "Psst." Still no response.
I walked over to wipe the flour from his face, but he moved away.
"Sorry… you had something on your face."
He just looked at me and wiped it off himself. Is it possible to be colder than this guy??
After an hour, we finally finished. Hmm. My cake looked great! Drake's? Uhhh… never mind. Wahaha! I beat him!! New record!!
I cleaned up our mess. Of course, being Drake Palma, he didn't help me! What else would I expect from him?? Still, better than getting another death glare!!
We left campus by 6:30. Great. I'm going to get scolded again. I'm always home late now.
I went left, he went right. But why was I heading right, too??
Aish!!! It's really hard being nosy!!
Yes, I admit it. I'm a gossip. I followed Drake all the way home. This time, I was more careful! I didn't want him catching me again and giving me those killer eyes!!
He went through their gate. Thankfully, the guard already knew me since Tito Steve introduced me before. Hehehe. I got inside but hid in the bushes right away.
I saw him hand the cake box to Katrina… So it was for her after all… But why do I even care??? And the cake looked awful anyway!! But hey—it's the thought that counts, right???
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WHY DID THEY KISS?????!!!!!!