Nights With The Bloodthirsty

Giselle appreciated the silence as they walked side by side. She liked admiring the night view of the place she resided with so much color from the lights decorated on the tree branches. It is unlike most of the roads in this city with street lamps that are barely working. The dimly lit roads make it dangerous for civilians walking back home or even vehicles meeting unfortunate accidents. She believes that this is a problem in the Philippines, and it should seek attention and action no matter how minor it is. Safety should be a priority. But even though she is fortunate enough to live in a heavily guarded community, Giselle knows that she must not take her chances lightly. She would always walk Yvonne to her bus stop after spending time in the cafe together for her safety. Giselle cares that much for her dear friend despite her unending chattery. "Can I sleep over at your place tonight? I do not want to go home to the clutter I created in my room. It's monstrous; it will eat me!"

Giselle gripped the cold bathroom sink tightly, making her knuckles go white. She splashes some water on her face and shivers when she feels the morning breeze blowing in from her opened bathroom window. The tiled floor felt like pins under her feet; she does not understand why the temperature dropped extremely low this morning and worse, she felt dizzy from racking her brain all night. She could feel a migraine coming her way. Despite wanting to get a day off, there was no reason for her to miss school especially when she had such an important test today. Giselle gazes up and looks at herself in the mirror to see her face in complete ruin. She fell asleep with her hair tied into a bun, and now it has become a terrible knot. The dark circles underneath her eyes have gotten even worse. Giselle is as pale as a ghost, and her lips are chapped. Yvonne would go nuts once she sees her best friend’s face looking like this, and she'd blame it all on her late-night studying. Also, Yvonne

Once the shiny red door of the sports car was pushed open and Darius’ presence majestically revealed, the girls from every year level of Asuncion High became enthused. One could hear the heels from their sandals and shoes clicking loudly on the tiled ground as they jumped with excitement and admiration. Giselle does not understand how anyone could admire such a cold-hearted, arrogant man. She is sure that people would have seen his true colors with the video of their encounter. If that video online had only elevated his worth to people, then Giselle can agree that people can be very foolish. Both Yvonne and Giselle stood in front of the main office with walls made out of mirror-like glass. Giselle looks away from the scene unfolding a few distances beside where they stood. She notices the surprise with a hint of fear plastered on both of their faces. She grabs Yvonne’s wrist and pulls her away from the entrance and far from Darius and the crowd. Thankfully, Yvonne willingly went alo