Well, finally. That bruha Alice is out of my sight.
Shouldn't everyone be happy that the truth is finally coming out? It's just too bad the secret had to be revealed in such a messy way. But as they say, everyone deserves to know the truth. I had good intentions, so why is everyone so mad at me? It's honestly exhausting. They should be thanking me, tss.
Actually, I don't really have a reason to be angry with Alice. Yes, she's kind, quiet, and looks innocent, but I don't know why I get so annoyed every time I see her face. Like, bruhhh! Take that woman's face away; I don't want to see her!
"Dad, I'm going out with my friends. I'm just telling you because you might get worried and think you're losing another child. Bye! I'll be back later," I said, casting a sideways glance at Aunty Suzette.
She's still crying, obviously longing for her precious Alice. Ugh, what a pathetic woman. Sorry, but I don't care; she's not my mom. My dad is still trying to comfort her. I don't know how he fell so hard for her, but they do say love is blind. There's nothing I can do.
I walked out of the house and found my friends waiting for me.
"Hi, babies!!" I called out as I approached them.
"Hey! Camille, you're blooming," Cyrile said—one of my "garbage" friends.
"Yeah, you're right. When did you get a hair rebond?" Christine asked.
"No, I didn't get a rebond, haha. This is natural, hello," I replied, tossing my hair.
I know I'm beautiful; they don't need to keep repeating it. And I also know these friends of mine are plastic and envious. They only befriended me because I'm popular at the Academy, tss. Suck-ups.
"Btw, I heard Alice is missing. What happened?" Cyrile asked while driving.
"Yeah, me too. Maybe something happened to her, or maybe she was kidnapped. So sad," Christine added.
"Since when did you guys start being concerned about her?" I asked.
"We're not concerned; we're just curious. We know you're happy because Alice is finally out of your hair," Christine explained.
"No, I'm not," I said, furrowing my brows and crossing my arms.
I'm not that evil. I'm not happy she's missing just because of me. I just wanted her away from me because I don't like looking at her, but I didn't want her to be in actual danger, ugh.
"Why? Don't you want her to suffer? Don't you want her gone? Isn't that what you asked for?" Cyrile pressed.
"No!" was my only answer.
"Yes, you do! Hahaha!" Christine laughed.
See? Plastic.
"Stop! You're so annoying. I'm not a bad person like you think. I'm not cruel enough to wish for her to get hurt, tss," I snapped. They stopped talking, but I knew they were laughing at me on the inside. Do they think I'm that stupid? I know they talk behind my back. I only stay with them because I know these "garbage" friends are useful to me.
After a long drive, we finally reached our destination. I jumped out of the car immediately; I couldn't stand the atmosphere inside anymore—it smelled too much like hypocrisy.
"Hi, babe," Alex greeted me. Alexis is my boyfriend. We've only been together for a few weeks. I heard some scandal at the Academy recently about a girl pretending to be Alex's girlfriend... the nerve. And do you know who that bitch was? None other than my nerd stepsister, Alice.
"Hello, babe. Sorry if it took so long," I said, giving him a kiss.
"It's okay, babe. My friend and I just arrived. Let me introduce you to him." I smiled. This was my first time having a boyfriend who actually introduced me to his friends. How touching.
"Hey, bruh, come here!" Alex called out. His friend walked over. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Camille. Babe, meet Nathan."
My heart was doing backflips, but I had to keep my "cool girl" facade up. I didn't want to seem too eager.
"Hi, Camille. Nice meeting you. I'm Nathaniel Salvador," he said, offering his hand.
"I'm Camille Villanueva. Pleasure to meet you, Nathan," I said, smiling as we shook hands.
"Hello? We're here too!" Christine's voice broke the moment.
Oh, right. I almost forgot I brought baggage. Ugh, good thing they spoke up.
"Oh, I'm sorry! These are my friends, Cyrile Samonte and Christine Iposada," I introduced them. It would be embarrassing to let them introduce themselves.
"Hi, Alex! Hi, Nathan!" the two said, waving.
Anyway, we're here at Manthala Bar—a private club where only the elite are invited. Alex suggested it, so I brought my two garbage friends along so they could be entertained and provide me with a ride. See? They have a purpose.
We headed inside. It was loud, obviously—it's a bar, not a library.
"Hi, Miss Beautiful. Wanna dance?" A tall guy approached Cyrile and kissed her hand. A few seconds later, someone else approached Christine to invite her for a drink. They both disappeared into the crowd.
Now it was just me and Alex. At least his attention was all on me.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked when he noticed me glancing around. I was just wondering where that guy took Christine.
"Ah—yes," I said, smiling at him. He kissed my neck, and I giggled because I'm ticklish there. He kissed me on the lips, and I kissed him back. This was the first time I felt truly comfortable with a guy.
"Hey, Camille. I know you're enjoying yourselves, but can you come with me? Just for a moment, please!" Christine suddenly appeared, grabbing my arm. She looked frantic.
"Babe, I'll go with Christine. I'll be back," I said. Alex took a sip of his wine before nodding.
"Sure, babe. Take your time."
Christine dragged me toward the back of the bar. I didn't know this place well; all I saw were doors that looked like hotel rooms.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"Uhm, I saw a guy bring Cyrile here. A different guy—he was taller. I think they went into that room," Christine whispered, pointing to a door that was slightly ajar.
We crept toward the door and peeked inside. We heard Cyrile moaning and saw... well, she didn't have any clothes on. The man was on top of her.
Christine and I both gasped, covering our mouths.
"Cyrile isn't a virgin anymore," I whispered. I pulled Christine away because she looked like she had turned into a statue. I was shocked too, but honestly? Let's just normalize it cuz it's too common action inside the bar.