Gangster High 1 (The Art of Game) ✅

chapter 13: Shotgun Coronation

Chapter 13

SHOTGUN CORONATION

Tiarah didn't come back at all after she left me, which annoyed me so much. There were questions I wanted to ask her. I tried to call dad either, but he was not answering his phone. I had this feeling, terrible feeling. May nalalaman sila tungkol sa laro ng Rapsodhee High.

Kung totoong may alam ang mga magulang ko sa mga nangyayari rito, ibig sabihin ay naging parte rin sila ng laro. Nagawa nilang lampasan ang anim na taon sa loob ng eskwelahang ito. Ano kaya ang naging posisyon nila sa chessboard?

"Let me out! Open this goddamn door, you fuckin' bastards outside!" I shouted while knocking on the door... with a lampshade.

I was so tired and bored of waiting. Alas otso na nang gabi. Heina said the coronation will begin at seven, pero hanggang ngayon ay nakakulong pa rin ako. I didn't give a shit kung hindi matuloy ang koronasyon. Who the hell cares? I just wanted to see my mother. Now.

Nabasag ang lampshade na hawak ko. Damn! Fashia would understand and I was certain she's not gonna be mad at me for breaking her customized Hello Kitty lampshade.

"Open the door! Hey!" I shouted angrily. I would love to kill them all as soon as I got out.

Alam kong namumula ang mukha ko sa galit nang tumalikod ako sa pinto. Nahagip ng aking paningin ang swivel chair na nasa study table ni Heina. Binitiwan ko ang basag na lampshade at mabilis na kinuha ang upuan saka galit na binuhat.

It wasn't that heavy kaya nagawa ko iyong ibalibag sa pinto. Malakas na lagabog ang narinig ko, pero nanatiling nakasara ang pinto. Nanggigigil na muli kong binuhat ang upuan at muling ihinagis. That time, something happened. Biglang bumukas ang pinto hindi pa man lumalapat ang upuan doon. It couldn't stop now.

As if it was slow motion, I saw Creed Craw gritted his teeth ang dodged from the flying chair. The men in white tuxedo outside stared at each other as the swivel chair landed in front of them.

I wished they were hit.

"Hey! Wala pang isang minuto si Creed dito, inaaway mo na kaagad s'ya. Bad, Temple." Draven popped out of nowhere. He was teasing me, pero nang makita niyang nakasimangot ako ay mabilis pa sa kidlat na naging pormal ang mukha n'ya.

"Bitch," bulong ni Creed.

"Asshole," sagot ko.

Tinaasan n'ya lang ako ng kilay. Natigilan pa ako nang ihagis n'ya sa harapan ko ang isang malaking paper bag. Tiim ang bagang na tinitigan ko s'ya nang matalim, pero binalewala n'ya lang 'yon at humakbang papasok ng kwarto habang nagsasalita.

"Wear that. I'm giving you fifteen minutes to fix yourself," aniya.

"What the hell! Fifteen minutes? Excuse me, but it takes one hour—"

"Thirty minutes," mariin n'yang putol sa sinasabi ko.

Iritadong binuklat ko ang laman ng paper bag at nang makita ko ang laman noon ay kunot-noo ko siyang tinunghayan.

"Ano'ng gagawin ko rito?" Itinaas ko ang damit sa harapan niya.

"Eat it," pabalang niyang sagot.