"Really? Are you serious? Sheen and Kei broke up?" Suddenly, everything around me seemed to light up. Wait—why did he know before me?
I'm Sheen's best friend!
"Yeah! I was surprised too. Did you think those two could ever break up? Well, They were practically perfect."
That's right. Almost perfect. The ideal couple. Everything that can be called for them. Sheen—the captain of the football team, running for class salutatorian, handsome. Kei— the cheerleader and title holder of Ms. St. Claire's High; right? They are very compatible.
"Why did they break up?"
"Oh, I know. But hey, don't be too gossipy. Just be thankful they're on a break. You still have too many questions!"
If this girl wasn't really my friend, I probably would have bumped into her earlier.
"Sorry for asking. I'm just curious."
"It's besh! It's still the irap irap effect. My source says they broke up because of the new guy, who just moved in—Drake Palma! Kei's really the problem here, isn't she? She saw someone more handsome and immediately ditched Sheen right away. She's really a flirt."
Drake Palma?
Gosh. Sheen is way more handsome than him. Nobody even knows what Drake's doing in class half the time—he just sleeps! And takes note, he only just transferred, but already acts like he owns the place, all the time sleeping. He is my classmate.
"Tss. Let her do whatever she wants, it's her life. Anyway, I'll go check on Sheen. He's probably having an emo moment. Hahaha."
"You're terrible. The guy's heartbroken!"
"Broken, broken. I'll heal his wounded heart. Hahaha."
"Stop it. That's disgusting."
"You're leshe. I'm out of here."
Then I left and went to look for Sheen.
I knew he'd be on the rooftop—home of all the sentimental types.
Hahahahaha…..
"Sheen…" I said as I sat beside him. He suddenly leaned on my shoulder. Don't do that. I might get thrilled. I wanted to say, Sheen's just having a moment. Don't stop. Haha.
"We broke up..." he said softly.
"I know."
"How do you know? We just broke up earlier."
"I'm good at this. Hoho."
"You're so corny."
"Don't be emo. It doesn't suit you."
"You're really bad."
"Nope. I can help you."
"Alys, seriously. I want her back." That's the true pain.. "Helpme.." he added.
Why is that best friend?....
Who is...Always helping... Always making sacrifices.. Always loving secretly...Why?
What he said next, made me stunned.
"Make Drake Palma your boyfriend....."
"What did you just say?!"
"Make Drake Palma your boyfriend."
"Am I going deaf, or something else is happening? Is this the end of the world?"
Isn't it? What is the monkey's problem?
"You're being so dramatic. Just make him your boyfriend. Easy as that."
Wow. Easy as one, two, three? Really?
"What are you saying or should I correct; thinking ? It's like buying a candy at the store?!" There, I'm screaming. Because of this monkey, what does he think of himself? A Pimp?
"You've already have three boyfriends. This is easy for you.... Come on, Go ahead, Alys. Please?" Oh wow. Is my best friend really making me cute?
"Alright then… if that's really how it is."
"Yes! You're so stupid."
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Did I actually agree? Oh shit.
"Thank you, Alys." Then he suddenly hugged me. "You're really the best."
Paksheet. I'm thrilled. Hanubah!
"Thank you, thank you—there's a fee, though!" I didn't really mean that, I just couldn't say anything else. Otherwise, he might notice that I like him.
Bwisit!
"Fine, fine. I'll treat you to lunch for the whole week."
"That's not enough. I want everything, even snacks too."
"Hey! You're being abusive. I'll report you to your mom."
"Gosh. You thought you could do it. You love me too much." Then I told him. And that was the start of our little chase. Or was it? Sweet and romantic… maybe.
After we chased each other around, I said, "Hey, admit it…" Breath, breath. I gasped. "Are you really heartbroken? Because you seem fine."
"I am broken. I just don't show it." Ugh! "Besides, you already promised to help me get Kei back. So why should I still be sad?" The Best friend!
"What if I don't go through with it?"
"I know you will."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because you're Alyse Perez. When you want something, you'll get it—by hook or by crook."
Then why can't I have you? I want you. So why can't I get you? It is just a shit.
"Whatever, Sheen. You think you know everything."
"You know, Alys, I've always wondered—don't most of the best friends usually turned into lovers? Why can't we be like that?" We are shit. Because we are unrequited love and you look at Kei, not me.
Bwisit!
"Anyway, I'm not your type. You're too talkative, clumsy, childish, and you will probably fail our next test—" I hit him.
"Are you serious? Do you still want my help or not?!"
This guy is unbelievable, and crazy too. Do I need to spell it out for him?!
"I'm not done yet." Then he suddenly hugged me from behind. "If you weren't like that, you wouldn't be Alys Perez. And if you weren't Alys… Then what about Sheen Mendoza?"
Shit. Why are you being so sweet?
"It's fine. Yes, I'll help you. You know too much anyway." Then I stood up and walked away.
As I was going down the stairs, I suddenly remembered that I had left my notebook. But when I came back, I saw Sheen— crying.
Good luck, Kei.
The man I love, you just make him cry? That's so unfair.
Drake Palma, remember, I will get you by hook or by crook!