CHAPTER 1: HER

She’s already awake. Her long eyelashes were like dew drops softly twinkling every blink she did. She’s staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what she’s thinking. The scene was like a picture being captured without any difference. Her hair and dress were also well-done, and the place was neat and spotless.

"Cristine, are you finished? Clyde is already outside the house. You're going to school together, and he's supposed to take you so we can save petrol! Hurry up, hija. You've been there for far too long. Even though you think we're wealthy, we still need to save."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Her mother welcomes her with a long litany every morning. Awesome, right?

"Come on, Mom, isn't there a sweet good morning for me? It's kind of you to greet me with a hello as well."

She raised her brows as she rushed down the stairwell. She rushed out the entrance of their house, not wanting to make Clyde wait any longer. Maybe she'd see a smoky-nosed Clyde glowing with rage, she reasoned.

'We're so dead!' she exclaimed silently. Yeah, it's a little exaggerated.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going?" her mother asked as she approached the front door. "You won't even eat?" her mother sneered, her high fleek eyebrows arched.

So fierce? 

"Probably at school, Ma," she replied wryly, raising her eyebrows as well. Thinking of herself as smart with a little flaunting and showing off her eyebrows.

"I'll just eat at school, I'll be late." Pouting while showing urgency and watching her simple but elegant watch as if telling ‘I need to go’.

"Anyway, you're the one who's going to get hungry, aren't you? Alas, I still cooked it so deliciously. " 

With overemphasized praise of her mother, she’s getting hungrier. With what they are doing, Christine will surely be late for class. 

"Mom! Just wrap us with some food, please." 

Cristine is showing a sweet begging expression trying to please her mother. Thinking that it’s better to be full rather than doing something with an empty stomach. Making excuses even though she knew herself that she was just a glutton. 

"K," her mother answered sparingly. K? Just K? Potassium? P**a-assume? OK, Periodic table, leave me alone!

Her mother wrapped her some food. Thinking that she was too late, she left immediately after thanking her mother. Her mother just shook her head. 

She thanked herself for not forgetting to brush her teeth, avoiding someone’s death due to bad breath. It was one of her Ultimate Secret Weapons.

"Bye, mother." 

She dashed back inside to kiss her mother's cheeks and bid her farewell. She hurried outside quickly again, spreading dust in the air, thinking about Clyde's impatience and leaving her. Imagine Clyde changing into the Hulk, a green giant!

She saw Clyde leaning against his brand new car as soon as she stepped out of the door. Her hands yearned to scuff someone's new car. What a poor car! Clyde was immediately alerted when she approached him.

Clyde smiled at her, and she returned the smile. They appear to be smiling at each other and looking silly. Her grin faded in the blink of an eye. She let out a snort.

"Here, Clyde. Mother packed us breakfast," she said with a smile as she handed Clyde the bag she was carrying. He also grabbed the bag right away. He should consider himself fortunate that she provided him with food.

"Thanks for this Cris, shall we?" He asked, smiling. 

Why does it seem like he's always attractive and handsome? Cristine is certain that he inherited his wonderful looks from her. Anyone who disagrees with her is doomed. She believes she is correct. Cristine's self-assurance may render anyone dumbfounded.

"All right," she replied with a smile. Clyde's smile is infectious. Blame him for his handsome face.

Cristine, in case you didn't know, owns a car. However, she still lacks a driver's license. Her student permit is still being processed. She is resourceful. Her Tito wouldn't let her drive, and he made getting a driver's license nearly impossible for her. Her mother is the only one who knows she drives despite the fact that she does not have a driver's license. BEST FRIEND!

Clyde is Cristine's brother, but she hasn't mentioned it yet. Cristine and he were only a year apart in age. Clyde resides with his biological father and does not live with them. Is it confusing?

When Cristine was a child, her father and mother divorced. Despite the fact that their parents each have their own families, this hasn't caused them to dislike one another. Yes, you are correct. Her mother is content with Tito Jon, and her father is happy with Tita Martina. So they are all happy, and she’s hoping to stay that way till the end. Perhaps there's a happy ending waiting for them? Cristine is daydreaming about that future, which may sound childish.

She doesn't call Clyde “Older Brother” so that she can get accustomed to it. He thinks he's becoming old, and she’s pretending to be his girlfriend at school. Many people adore him, yet he refuses to fall in love with them. I'm not sure, but he's not gay. He's just a dashing young man!

To keep those women away, he introduces Cristine as his girlfriend. It's not obvious because they have different last names. The paperwork was sorted, and her last name was changed. So, no worries!

They had already gotten inside his car.

"You may call me brother," he continued softly, "you don't have to call me by my name all the time because I'm still your brother."

Cristine thought her brother was adorable. He serves as a stress reliever for her on occasion.

"Brother, I want to get used to it. Maybe at school I'll slip my tongue up and call you brother. How can we fake like that?" Cristine laughed. "Mission failed? Is that so? It's a pity for me to act." She joked.

"Ah, is that truly so?" He wondered, scratching his head.

She feels helpless at times. Cristine couldn't tell if her older brother was feigning ignorance or not. By the way, he's a genius.

"Yes, brother, that's really it," she confirmed. She has trouble reading his thoughts sometimes. Isn't it a bad thing?

She, on the other hand, was just listening to music on her iPod while he drove silently.

So guess, what sort of music does Cristine enjoy?

A/N: 

Hija - spanish word meaning “daughter”

P**a - a tagalog word meaning “whore” - it’s a bad word. (DON’T USE IT!)

WARNING! DON’T DRIVE WITHOUT A DRIVER’S LICENSE.

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