Royals: Misfits

chapter eighteen

a.n. // unedited

18: Who Is The Enemy

MARCH

"Oh? Anong nangyari diyan?" tanong ko sa walang malay na si Cosine, na ngayo'y naka-akbay kina Daryll at Alexid.

"Nahimatay. Masyadong kinilig." tatawa-tawang sabi pa niya.

Masyadong malapad yung ngiti niya kaya naman parang alam ko na ang ginawa neto. "Hoy, ikaw siguraduhin mo lang na buhay pa yan!"

Binigyan pa niya ako ng mahinag tapik sa braso. "He's fine! Tsaka hindi lang iyon, masyado rin kasi siyang naintimidate sa mga tao dito. Halatang hindi pumupunta ng club."

Bago pa ako makapag-salita, agad kong naramdaman ang vibration ng phone ko. Tiningnan ko iyon at agad kong nakita ang isang mensahe mula kay Alli.

alli-gator

10 minutes more.

we'll leave the party at 9:30

we should leave early to avoid exposure

Nakapasok kami sa party through the back door. Hindi ko alam kung bakit noong pakita lang naman ang mga fake id namin ay agad na kaming pinayagan pumasok. If I'm not mistaken, Dexter had given people his special invitation for his party, and it's obvious that we didn't get ours. I mean, kahit hindi rin naman kasi kasali ng Royals, he would have not still given us those tickets.

"Naibalik niyo ba kay Alli yung phone?"

Alexid nodded. "Yup. Daryll did it for me."

Agad akong napatingin kay Daryll noong sabihin niya iyon. Nang magtama ang mga mata namin, agad siyang umiwas.

My assumptions may be wrong, but my eyes won't deceive me.

He has a thing over Alli.

Earlier, when we decided to dance along with them, I heard a faint curse from his mouth, his eyes set directly to the dancefloor. Nandoon sina Alli at Eldar, clearly dancing from the beats of the music.

If I'm him, I would consider myself lucky, 'cause they are dancing to EDM songs. Just imagine Alli being so sultry if she danced to some slow songs.

That would be the death of him, I say.

Gulat ako ng bigla kong narinig ang pangalan ko. I turned my head just to see Enrico looking at me, worry etched on his face.

"What?"

"Okay ka lang?" he asked, I can barely hear him because of the sounds of the club.

I nodded so I won't further explain and I think he got the idea.

For some reason, he kept asking me if I was fine for every 20 minutes of the time being. I mean, I'm fine with it, but I would tell him I'm not if... I'm not okay!

Alam niyang hindi ako um-attend sa therapy ko ngayon. Since that day I was hospitalized because of bulimia, my parents decided to put me into therapies. Hanggang ngayon, I would have sessions, but not frequent as before.

I used to believe how people looked at me weirdly because of my status. I mean, knowing you're the daughter of the current mayor and a lawyer speaks for itself. I belonged in the higher hierarchy. I was like, royal to Asplund. They look up to me as if I'm a saint.