“HOLY MOLLY! Isla…!” Becca’s loud voice roared the moment she woke up. With wide eyes, she held tight to her phone, that has been ringing continuously.
“Isla!” she shouted and poked her friend, who was sleeping beside her.
She’s been shouting and Isla still lets out a snore. She arched her brow and poked her once again.
“Isla…”
“Isla… your brother is calling me,” she continued.
Isla then moaned and turned to her side. She slowly opened her eyes. “What?”
Becca flashed the screen of her phone near her eyes. Isla then got up immediately which makes her head throb in pain and felt a sting between her bum.
“What are we going to say?” Becca asked.
“Tell him we’re getting ready for school—fucking shit!” she cursed. She met Becca’s eyes. “What time is it?” she asked.
Becca glanced into her wristwatch. “6:30.”
Isla wiped her face with her palm. “Damn! We’re doomed. Classes will start at eight. Let’s better hurry,” she said and moved down the bed.
“How about Apollo?” Becca asked and she looked at her, Becca waved her phone.
“Just answer him,” she replied.
Becca heaved a deep sigh and rolled her eyes. “What?” she uttered when she answered the call. “We’re getting ready for school. Her phone is charging and she’s in the bathroom. What do you need?”
Isla bit her lower lip to prevent herself from smiling. Becca is so adorable. Well, she knew that Becca liked Apollo too and how deeply she wished that they will end up together.
“Yes. I will tell her. Goodbye!” Becca asserted and ended the call.
“What did he say?”
“You call him when you’re at school.”
She nodded.
“He wants a facetime,” Becca added.
She smiled and shook her head. “Childish Apollo. Anyway, let’s go,” she said and grab her bag that was on the table.
“Have you seen my cousin?” Becca asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just there, fucking someone,” she uttered while wearing her heels.
Becca faked a cough which makes her turn in her direction. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Becca nodded and bit her lower lip. “Is it fine to you that Zero will fuck any woman?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, it’s a major turn-off. You see, you had a crush on him—on a womanizer like him. Is it fine with you?
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