December 06, 2014
I was waiting for my friend when they passed by. I saw him smiling. I don’t know who he is because I’m just a transferee in this school. He’s not that handsome like Francisco Lachowski but hell. He’s so attractive. I told my friend about him. Good thing she knows the guy. Days later, I was having a chitchat with my oh-so-called-friend. I don’t like her. She’s fake and a flirt. She likes everyone. She has this boombastic mouth that irritates me every time she laughs. I didn’t like her. “Hey girl! Your crush is going to the comfort room!” She pulled me. The heck! If I know she likes him. “Girl! He’s looking at you!” She squealed. I wanted to slap her mouth but I don’t want to be rude. I just rolled my eyes upwards. I’m talking with her.