Loving This Bitch

PROLOGUE

I glanced out the window, barely able to mask my disdain as I listened to music blaring through my earphones. I was on my way to school, begrudgingly, after a few days of being stuck at home with a fever. I really didn't feel like going, to be honest. If it were up to me, I wouldn't have budged an inch. But alas, when Mommy lays down the law, there's little room for negotiation.

I rolled my eyes, recalling Mommy's irritatingly authoritative voice from earlier. She was all like, "You're going to school whether you like it or not." Ugh, as if her word was gospel. But what could I do? Disobeying her was just not an option. Mommy always gets her way, no matter how much I protest.

So here I am, trudging along to that wretched place they call school, forced to abide by her rules once again. It's times like these that I wish I had the guts to stand up for myself. But hey, who needs independence when you've got Mommy dictating your every move, right?

Banned ako nang ilang araw dahil umabot sa kaniya ang ginawa ko sa isang babaeng nerd sa school. Like what the hell? Hindi ko alam kung paano umabot sa kaniya yung balita. Hindi naman pinatawag ng dean ang parents namin. She was fun to play with. Katuwaan lang ang ginawa ko pero ginagawang big deal ni mommy.

As I stepped out of the car, I could feel the stares of the students boring into me, their expressions less than pleased at the sight of my presence. Well, who could blame them? It's not every day you encounter a queen bee like myself. But honestly, I couldn't care less about what they thought or said behind my back. I am who I am, and if they're jealous, that's their problem, not mine.

"Nandiyan na naman ang bruha"

"Did you see the amount of makeup she's wearing?"

I overheard one of them whisper. What a loud whisper. Ha! As if that was any of their business. Let them talk. It's not like their opinions mattered anyway. Wala namang masama sa makeup ko. Hindi lang talaga sila marunong mag-ayos ng mukha. Mukha ngang pinulot lang sa tabi-tabi yung makeup na ginamit niya.

I cranked up the volume of my music, drowning out the mundane chatter around me, and shot a disdainful glance at the girl with the overly sharp tongue. She swiftly averted her gaze, probably realizing she couldn't match my level of sophistication, and gestured for her friends to scurry away like scared little mice. That's right, no peasant should dare block the path of royalty.

With each confident step I took, my heels clicking against the pavement, I couldn't help but revel in the power I exuded. The world was my runway, and I was the undisputed queen. As I sauntered through the corridors of this exclusive institution, my mind danced along with the rhythm of the music, completely unfazed by the envious whispers and jealous glances that followed in my wake.

I have to keep reminding myself
I'm not like anyone else

Of course.

That's my face on my ID
That makes me V.I.P.
No one exactly like this
No one with my fingerprints
No one can touch you like me
No I can't fake what you see

Oh yes.

They told me: "Girl, to get you're way, you've got to be a bitch!"
They say that: "A guy won't get the girl, if he's not filthy rich!"

That's true.

You stop with little changes,
'Til you don't know who you are
Surround yourself with friends
Who only call you a superstar
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(Ready, set, baby let's go)

This school, with its sprawling campus and pristine facades, was a testament to wealth and privilege. It was a place where only the elite dared to tread, and I, with my impeccable style and undeniable charisma, belonged at its very pinnacle.