Chapter 1

I’m deskbound at Mr. William’s class but not actually paying attention. I hate squiggling before but I found it interesting since I found out that he’s going to be my Spanish teacher.

 

Enough proof to show that I hate him.

 

A lot.

 

The semester is almost over and I’m sure I didn’t learn a thing about Spanish.

 

“Senorita Ferrer por favor ponerse de pie?” Mr. Williams said suddenly while looking at me. I don’t have a clue what the hell he’s talking about “Si, senor?” I asked him back.

 

“Levantarse” he said. Oh that I understand. He told me to stand up. Is he going to send me to detention because I didn’t understood what he asked me first?

 

I suddenly felt nervous. Is he going to ask me something? Not that I care about disappointing or failing his subject. I just don’t want to make a scene. Sure, people will laugh at me if he’s going to shot me something easy and I end up just… standing. But in the end, I still stood up.

 

He opened his mouth and closed it again. When he’s about to open it again to say something, the bell rings. Saving me from whatever’s coming my way.

 

Gosh! I’ve never been thankful of the school bells before.

 

I smiled secretly while tidying my table up.

 

“Sweet” someone called out from behind. I know its Greg, my brother.

 

I turned to look at him “What?”

 

“You’re not paying attention to Mr. Williams the whole period and he keeps looking at you and seriously, how could you not understand basic Spanish? He already taught us that last year” he said through gritted teeth.

 

“If you’re here to scold me, get over it” I said while continuing what I’m doing before he interrupts.

 

See, this is why I hated the idea of us being in the same classes for our last year in high school. We’re not twins and surely, none of us were adopted but he’s only a year older that’s why I’ve never called him ‘Kuya’ and why we’re both seniors and graduating in five months.

 

“Ugh, do you even know a bit about Spanish? Oh, Sweet… we’ve been taking this subject for two years.”

 

“I’ve learned something from Williams of course.”

 

“What?”

 

“That Spanish is a language used in Spain”

 

“Good point and observation. But seriously, Mr. Williams never taught us about that. Maybe everyone knows about the fact that it is all about Spain even our one-year old cousin knows about that”

 

“Who?”

 

“Juan, ask him you’ll see”

 

“His dad is Spanish of course he’ll know”

 

“That’s not the point! You’re understanding is worse than a person who can’t even speak!”

 

“Ouch Greg, that hurts” I said while acting as if I’m shot by a gun or something. “But seriously Greg, please… I’m learning and applying almost every subjects that I have right now in my life. I just hate Spanish. I hate Williams, okay?”

 

No one will understand why I hate Mr. Williams this much.

 

But this is a thing about Greg. He loves inferiority. He always want to prove that he’s better and older than me. Not all brothers will come up to their sisters just because they’re embarrassed about a recitation or something. But Greg always do, because he’s Greg. He’s perfect. And I’ve always look up to him even if I don’t show it that much.

 

Greg has the looks, the intelligence, the money and the fame. He’s a badminton varsity in our school too. Not a sport that every man will actually be proud of… of course, guys go for football and basketball but Greg’s not like them maybe that’s what make him more perfect.

 

He’s even going to the prom with Chloe, the hottest girl that I’ve ever known. I thought they’re dating but Greg told me that they’re not. Maybe he’s telling the truth or maybe not but I don’t care. Greg is Greg.

 

**

 

I ate my lunch with Beth and Hannah. We decided trough video calling last night that we will pack our lunches and watch Beth’s boyfriend, Johnny B. at the field. It’s a Tuesday… And Tuesday lunch breaks were try outs for the team.

 

Beth is half-Korean and half-Brazilian. Turns out that her genes made her look perfect. She has long, straight, black hair. That made her look asian-ish because her eyes aren’t small at all like most of Koreans out there. She’s not that tall, 5 flat, I guess? It’s just that Hannah and I are taller. Her lips and nose are perfect. Her body is as good as Victoria Secret’s Angels.

 

Hannah is taller than Beth but shorter than I am. I’m quite big for my age maybe that’s why my name is Big-O when I was in 3^rd grade but that’s a thing about my past that I would never want to bring back. So back to Hannah, she’s beautiful, she loves singing and she’s melodramatic. She’s pure. And she loves me.

 

She’s the only junior who wants and have the guts to hang out with us because she loves me since the first day that she saw me. And I love her back because she’s cute and sweet.

 

Beth and I on the other hand, were best friends since 4^th grade after the Big-O teasing disappeared, she just suddenly started coming over to my house to play and we even walked together to school.

 

Maybe Beth loves me too.

 

“You told us that players from another school are coming” Hannah’s been nagging since the second we put our butts in the bleachers.

 

“Hannah, enough… you know, maybe the guys we’ve been expecting to see isn’t as hot as Beth described them. She tend to over-act or something just like how she describes Johnny B., right? This is just so meant to happen! And maybe I can give you a ride to the arena today” I said with clasp hands.

 

Hannah loves free rides than taking the bus. This will help to cheer her up whenever she’s sad.

 

“I want to share the ride too… I’m going to the game with Peter” Beth suddenly said.

 

“You can’t! You fooled us! I came here to watch good looking boys with great bodies! I didn’t come to see your boyfriend and his team mates all soaked with their sweat” Hannah’s pissed and acting like a child again.

 

“That’s not nice Yohana” I told her, my voice low and just enough for the three of us to hear.

 

“Fine you can come.” she sighed.

 

**

 

I drove the car to the arena to drop off Hannah and Beth. I’m not the sporty type that’s why I never came with them for volleyball nights. I love staying at home and being alone.

 

A Britney Spears song played repeatedly till we reach the Arena, Hannah’s choice, I didn’t argue about that even if technically the car is mine. Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide~ Gosh! It’s so annoying. Hearing it 6 times in a row?

 

Luckily, I dropped them off before the 7^th even start to play. I unplugged Hannah’s iPod from auxiliary and toss it over “Download something Katy Perry-sh next time” I shouted sarcastically.

 

I drive thru Wendy’s for a frosty on my way home.