Precilla Mendelev is an actress, but these days, she is more known to be a gameshow host and a distinct vlogger. I guess that she loves her job so much that she can’t help but incorporate her job to her birthday. I did not realize it, but I guess that’s the purpose of the stadium built at the center of her garden. Talk about dedication.The games are designated by pair, and from what we have heard from Vanessa, it appears that she wants to win them all and prove that she and Xander are the best pair out there.That being said, she was the first to volunteer herself and Xander for the first game.“I need one more pair!” Precilla declares, her gaze fixed on the guests gathered in the garden around the stadium. Most of the audience here are teens, who are dressed so fancy that it would not be good for them to move around. Plus, given how the girls have obviously had their hair and make-up done for this party, I doubt that any of them would volunteer. The first game has not been anno
I have to say, the first round is a bust. Not only did we fail to win, but Xander and Vanessa are the winners. Vanessa isn’t a gracious winner at all. There was one instance while Precilla was talking to Xander that I notice her looking at me. I thought nothing about it for a second until I see her flashing me a smug grin like she’s boasting about their win. It’s complete bullshit if I tell you that the gesture did not piss me off. In the next event, I will make sure that we end up as winners. Still, given my dedication for the second round, that does not mean that I cannot actr petty about what happened in the first one. “Trust me, he says.” I mumble in a low tone so that only Romeo can hear as I am standing beside him while giving him an annoyed glance. “A hundred percent chance of winning, if I may add.” I quoted the words in the air as I repeated what he said to me before. “Hey, hey, hey. Those were not my exact words!” Romeo complains. “Does it matter if we still lost?”
I don’t remember much of what happened during the time I was struggling in the water. What I remember is what happened after I was dragged out of the pool. I remember that Xander is the one who brought me back to the surface while Romeo brought a towel and placed it over my head to cover my face. At first, I was confused why he would cover my face but not my shivering body, but that was until I realized that I had lost my wig while I was drowning in the pool. I was in a state of shock, and I remember Xander yelling at Romeo to get me out of the place while he told the others to stop taking photos. I can hardly remember anything, nor do I remember what happened to Vanessa after that. The last thing that I know is that I am already brought home that day. But one thing is clear to me since that day—my life as Felisha Hughes and Hailey May Collins is over.*** “Hailey?” My mom gently knocks on my door when she calls for me. “Your friends are downstairs looking for you.” “Tell them I
“I don’t know where you are taking me, but just so you know, even though I am depressed, I can kill kick your a–” “Please, don’t swear. We’re going to meet my little brother.” Xander cuts me off while we ride in silence in the backseat of his van. “You have a brother!?” I gape as I turn to him. Xander gives me a side glance. “You have already met him, Hailey. His name is Patrick.” Now that I think about it, I do recall that it was thanks to a particular child that I learned the real secret identities of the Pandorgriffs. How could I have forgotten about that? “Ah, right. That kid.” I say, even though I have basically forgotten that the brat exists. What can I do? I am a very busy individual, and Xander never allowed his younger brother in the school property the moment someone found out about their secret. “Where are we going to meet your brother?” “We’re going to their school. Today is their school festival.” I begin to give him a frown, letting him know that I wasn’t thrill
According to Xander, his younger brother has a martial arts competition after lunch. Of course, I was interested, as I have taken martial arts classes before. Before heading to the stadium where the competition is going to be held, Xander treated me to lunch from the food stalls displayed around us, including sandwiches, drinks, and desserts. I can’t really tell if they are that good because I am still feeling a little nervous when around crowded people. “You’re still drinking matcha?” I wonder out loud when I see him carrying two cups of them before heading towards our table. He hands one to me before taking the seat before me. “Have you drank any other beverage aside from matcha?” “W-Well.” He suddenly takes on an embarrassed expression. “I-It’s not like I have drank anything other than matcha ever since you introduced it to me.” “Seriously?” I cock my brow while wondering if it’s my fault that this guy turned into an addict. “What?” His tone suddenly takes a defensive one. “I
Patrick’s gaze registers fear and panic before he quickly masks them. “Did my brother forget to tell you that I am practicing martial arts? Getting a bruise is common.” Look at this sweet and adorable little child trying to fool me. “I agree. Getting a bruise is common for beginners practicing martial arts, but what I’m wondering is why is the bruise under your wrist? Kendo is a martial art that has four hitting spots—the head, neck, wrist, and stomach.” I counted them off slowly with my fingers, making sure that he understood where I was getting at. “The bruise is under your wrist, which is a spot that’s unlikely to be hit.” Getting hit under the wristtends to make it harder for the player to move his hand because of the swelling. Since Kendo is a sport that heavily uses wrist movements, it is pretty obvious that whoever did this to Patrick doesn’t want him to win. Patrick looks like he is going to be on the verge of tears, which is NOT what I wanted from him when I decided to co
I got lost—no surprise there. Thankfully, I managed to get directions from the female participants. It’s a little weird for me to ask them to point me in the direction of the boys’s locker room, but I gave them the excuse that I am a relative of one of the players. When I got to their locker room, I was just in time to see their coach leave. “Excuse me.” After making sure that my wig is still on my head, I head over to greet the man. “You’re Coach Leyman, right?” “Yes.” The coach pauses to answer me. I can tell by the look on his face that he is a little curious and wary of me. “Do you need something?” “Hi, I’m Barbara Sandoval. I write the news for Waynard High school paper. I heard that the boy named Patrick the younger brother of Xander Andrew Luis. Do you mind if I interview the kid? His performance was really amazing. You must have taught him really well!” I hope he did not see me gritting my teeth when I threw out a fake compliment. Though it is true that I just gave Patrick
“Hailey, stop acting like a wild animal and get down from the car.” Xander tries to coax me, but I just stay at the very back of the van, hiding. “Hailey, come on.” The manner in which he’s trying to lure me out reminds me of someone trying to befriend a feral cat. The nerve of this guy to tell me what to do afterward brought me to this place. And by this place, I mean Waynard High. THE TRAITOR! I try to leer at him, but from where I am hiding, it’s a little difficult. After all, I am in a crouching position while Xander is standing outside and waiting for me at the door of the van. He stands there looking confused as hell and probably wondering what’s up with my behavior. “Don’t try to tell me what to do after bringing me to this place.” I hiss and hide in the shadows when I am briefly exposed to sunlight. “You sound mad.” “That’s because I am mad.” “Why are you so mad when I just brought you to school, which, as I am to remind you, you’re a student of?”“Let me ask you thi