Chapter 1: The Bad Girl "Bottoms up! Bottoms up! Bottoms up!" The loud audience cheered as Vanessa poured the load of the bottle to my mouth. I drank all of it, and although I feel like I am drowning, I'll never make myself a loser.  "Whoa!" The people around me roared when I snatched the bottle from Vanessa's hand. I put my hand up and smirked. "Where's my fifty thousand, Van?" The horror and disbelief were evident on her face. My smile widened. "50,000 my dear best friend," I laughed and put down the bottle of vodka. Her lips were parted and she's gaping at me. I put the scattered hair strands behind my ear. "You have

"Good morning, Van. Have you wired the penny?" I arched my brow as I sat on my seat. Today is a Monday and this is one of the days I hate the most. Going to school and listen to the boring discussion of the old professors suck. I looked at the clock and wished for it to make the time faster.   "You are so clever, Farrah. No wonder you are the heiress of your company. You won't run out of money with that mindset!" I laughed and played with my long manicured nails. We stopped talking when the teacher for the first subject arrived and discussed.  "Farrah, lunch date? Let's skip classes." The second subject is about to start when Jester, one of my handsome suitors asked. I glanced at the clock and saw that it's already 9 am. I shifted my gaze to Vanessa who's now shaking her head. "Girl, don't look at me to ask

Chapter 5: Jungle Juice "Daddy?" Bewilderness filled my voice as I glance at the tall, masculine man in front of me. He's wearing a white button-down long sleeve folded until his elbows, a black slacks, and a pair of expensive black shoes.  "What are you doing here?" I added He only looked at me with shock, his lips parted, and his eyes so round. I glance at the woman beside him and arch a brow.  "Who is this again?" I proudly said as I held my chin up. I gave her a head-to-toe scanning and rolled my eyes. She's tall, has a round big breasts and small waist. Of cou

I unlocked my seatbelt and checked my face on the rearview mirror before going out of my sedan. I hung my small yet fashionable backpack on my shoulders and strutted my way to our building with my two inches block heels.    "Good morning bitch." I greeted Van and sat on my usual seat. She just arches a brow and stared at me.   I put my bag behind my seat and placed my phone on top of my armchair.  "What did you do last Saturday?" She asks and leaned closer. I furrowed my brows and pointed my index finger to her forehead and pushed it away from my face.  

For some instances, I will thank this girl for agreeing with me but it's just another weird thing because...I don't know who she is. If only Vanessa or my group is the one who said that line, I'll clap and treat her a meal. I walked until I reached her table. She's with a group of geeks, some are familiar because I sometimes see them with Uno so maybe she's in her second year. The same year as Uno.  "Who are you?" I repeated, glancing at her with my sharp eyes.    "My name is Aliya...I just want to protect you—"    "Do I look lik