Chapter 2 No.2

I am looking for a table, so I can eat my lunch and I really hate those stares, these peoples hould know that stares are very uncomfortable. I don't care if they are talking about me now. The hell I care, I'm just telling the truth that Febi is very pretentious.

I am currently on my way, looking for a table to sit on at the cafeteria for lunch. And along my way towards an empty table, I could feel their stabbing stares at me. I rolled my eyes. Yes, it's very uncomfortable seeing how they are trying to judge and talk behind my backs but so what? I don't care at all. The hell do I care about their opinions? I'm only telling the truth.

Febi is such a claimer.

I know that she's not truly good, she's only hiding her horns behind her back and I can't stand the fact that they think she's kind. Acting all so innocent and good, pwe. She's worse than me.

It's the most basic attitude of a person when they want to hide something. An impoverished kind who uses people for their own personal desires.

I still couldn't find any vacant tables to sit on and I could hear Febi on the background calling for my name.

Really? Doesn't she even feel a slight of decency? Is she just plain stupid or a fucking nut case?

She was already humiliated and all and yet she still keeps sticking with that façade of hers, it's so irritating! I'm so sick of her attitude.

Fuck, if I'm going to die, I'll probably die with my eyes open. Even if I go straight to hell, I don't care. I am not apologizing to some two-faced manipulative person.

"Reina, we still have a seat here!" Febi yelled, pointing beside her. Her friends are trying to stop her from doing so like some alipongers who decided to stick with her because of her supposed popularity.

I walked towards their table and dropped my tray of food. I suddenly lost my appetite from the looks of her; a slight grin flashed onto her face.

Bitch, please.

"You really don't know how to stop, don't you?" I asked and distanced my chair from them although I am sharing one table with her.

"Reina, I know that you're just tired and stressed from school works that's why–"

"Shut up. Am I even asking for your opinion? Do you think that I came here because I want to come with you and talk? No way, I won't ever do that. I came here to remind you that you can't please other people just because you are nice and you have a crystal clear heart," I sarcastically commented, cutting her off before looking at her from head to toe.

"Know your place, Febi and..." I came near her ear. "Keep this in your little brain of yours that... I will never like you and that will never change. In fact, I hate and loathe you until the day that I am going to die." I distanced myself and then grabbed onto my juice sandwich.

Once I stood up with my tray of food, I noticed Febi's company looked at me, only for me to ignore them. Does it look like I care about their stares? They can chit chat all they want but I am not going to get hurt with their petty insults. After all, I'm just being true and I will never please other people just to make myself look good.

When I was young, I always tried to please my parents to buy me some nice toys. It worked for the first few tries but when I started going to school and achieved first place, I thought I could gain more of their affection but instead, they taught me pressure. They stopped giving me gifts and told me to focus more on my studies. They burdened me with academic success and never rewarded me, unlike my Ate and Febi.

I was in sixth grade when my yaya brought me some dolls. They were inexpensive but I have always appreciated the gesture. For one thing, it has been several years since I was given a toy and so I really loved it.

Meanwhile, my parents decided to bring me more learning and art materials. They enrolled me in a ballerina class despite not wanting to, voice lessons and swimming classes until I felt exhausted trying to give my best in everything.

I was a child back then, so little. I was envious of my sister and Febi who could have everything they wanted.

I wanted to play, to become a normal child and yet they ignored it.

My parents even bought them doll houses before. I could understand why my sister received it but how come also Febi has it and not me? That's when I realized that I was an outcast and a tool at the same time.

My parents used me as a tool for them to look good in the eyes of the others while the other two could enjoy the rest of their childhood.

One day, my father discovered the gift Yaya gave me. He snatched it away from my hands and I could still remember my face dripping with snouts and tears. My voice was hoarse, it felt like my heart was going to explode from the emotions inside of me.

He burned the toy in front of me.

And I could see every little detail of how the toy turned into nothing but a crisp of black and the smell of rubber.

However, what was much worse was how he decided to fire my maid, just because she gave me a toy.

He was a strict parent... but to me, he was a monster who wanted to work me like a robot through my whole life. He changed my nanny into someone new, a stricter one who would never falter in my pleas.

And so, at the age of thirteen years old, my feelings towards Febi grew stronger. I loathed her, I hated her.

She was not even a daughter of my parents and not a sister to me and yet... they gave her everything I wanted. Yes, everything that I wanted.

Instead of giving me any, they gave it all to her. Why? What's so wrong with me?

It was my fourteenth birthday when I finally feel fed up. I became unapproachable and started to hide some of the things that made me happy. My parents never gave me anything throughout the years and so I did all of it on my own. They told me that I finally had my own credit card so why should they give me gifts?

My own Mama and Papa, they never really gave me anything.

And now, it feels very ironic.

They know everything that Febi wants but not their own child. I feel like a stranger inside my own home–no, I can never call it a home. It is only a house.

I took a deep breath. They can't blame me if I am acting like this anymore. They were the ones who made me like this. They made their own daughter suffer and build a defense mechanism from her own parents. They taught me to become a stranger and a harsh one at that.

And now, I don't know and I don't care who my friends are anymore. Be it one person or two, be it none... so what? I can live without any companions at all. I can live on my own and I won't need anyone's help.

"Did you see what Reina did earlier? She really has a salty attitude, doesn't she? Why does Febi even befriend her?"

"I know right. Febi is such an angel. I hope Reina can see it someday."

"It's such a waste that Reina has a bitchy attitude. If she was just as kind as Febi, people wouldn't loathe her at all."

I turned my gaze towards the people I heard talking about me behind my back. They were not too far from my locker. When our eyes met, I smiled at them and saw the surprised look on their faces.

They looked like some idiots who had been burned by the tip of my cigarette stick upon seeing me there.

"More so, I think it's such a waste if I hit you with my locker door so you could just fucking shut up." I raised one of my eyebrows while putting my hands across my waist. The two of them immediately hurried and ran away from me. I saw the fear in their eyes.

Hah, whatever. It's not like it's anything new anymore.

I already experienced this a lot and with them running away unscathed, I may say that they're still lucky. In fact, they're very lucky because I have already slapped someone across the face, pushed them off on the grass and rubbed their faces and pulled their hair and dragged them off across the hallway just because of their petty habits of minding someone else's business.

Well, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I'm only defending myself from the likes of them. As long as they involved me in any of their idiotic jokes and topics then I will never lay a hand on you.

Actually, there was even a time when we were this so-called campus sweetheart. She insulted me and bashed me in public, trying to humiliate me because of my dean lister. She said that I don't deserve my achievements because my attitude was beyond fixing.

Well, who would have guessed that she'd go down on her own?

A smirk drew on my face as I remember it clearly like it happened just yesterday.

She keeps mentioning my issues with Febi and yet she thought I wouldn't find out a single clue about her.

On the day of our school program where she was the host, I exposed her in public. I played her sex video in front of the students and had her humiliated all her school year. I had the money, I had the power and I have the brains for it so why mess with me?

After that day, she became very docile. She never showed her face much to school anymore because of what happened.

"Your Holy Week face is too early for April, Reina." I closed my locker and raised my eyebrows at Josh who was now leaning onto one of the locker doors. He had this narrow smirk on his lips and showed me the black label he had on his bag.

"Oh yes, I am," I said sarcastically. "In fact, I am much stronger when the Holy Week comes since after all, they say I can replace Satan's place in hell." I divided my hair into sections before I gathered it up and tied it into a ponytail.

Josh, honestly he is not a friend of mine but he is a good person with a bad reputation on our campus because of his family's background. His father was known as the owner of some illegal things such as party drugs. And moreover, they say they are also connected to smugglers who are also affiliated with the mafias.

I don't know when we started hanging out from time to time but he does share his alcoholic drinks with me which I would never refuse at all.

"Chill Tigress, let's go to the open field and let me have your tumbler." I threw my container at him while I opened my locker door. I acted as a watcher while he poured me my alcoholic beverage as usual.

"You know, Febi started crying at the cafeteria. She's such a soft fur baby, fucking fragile," he suddenly commented while I reached my tumbler from him. The two of us walked side by side towards the open field where the soccer team was training together.

Truth to be told, there was a time when Josh beat up the star player of the soccer team because he insulted Febi. Josh called her a fucking attention-seeker which made the star player annoyed and that's when the fight started. In the end, Josh wasn't beaten up at all, it was the other man.

"As always, she never changes. It had always been her way to get attention from the other people, it's just so annoying to look at. Sometimes, I don't even understand her. She already gets enough attention from the other people but still, she'll start her own scene just to get more. How greedy, although to me, just looks pathetic. It's so tiring to look at her and her supposed dramas."

I was the first to walk into one of the benches and sat down right across the space. I then opened my tumbler and had a gulp of my alcoholic drink.

"Why don't you just make friends with her already so the two of you can end up best friends forever?" Josh jokingly said, only for me to glare at him. He laughed.

Wow, what an ugly laugh this jerk has enough that some of the people across the field were already looking at us.

"Satan's only daughter will never be friends with that supposed saint of an attention-seeker like Febi." I rolled my eyes at him and all of the sudden, a ball came rushing towards my face.

"Fuck," I uttered and lost my grip onto my tumbler. I felt my head spin around.

Damn, it feels like I was hit by something so blunt and across the lower section of my nose, I felt a warm liquid drip. I suddenly felt weak.

My eyes quickly squinted as I saw Josh's faint features. It seems like the impact was really bad that I am squinting my eyes right now.

I laid down on the bench only to be brought up by Josh. He wiped off the blood on my nose while a tall guy suddenly approached him.

The next thing I knew, they seemed to be angry at each other before I finally lost consciousness.