Faux Pas Girls 1: Game On, Master (Monique)

Chapter 2: Why a no?

TCWDM: Callan pronounced as /Kal-yan/

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Third year college, mid-January

I smiled sweetly sa mga nakasasalubong ko papunta sa pool area ng school. I knew may LFG's there—wet, naked, and ready for me. I dressed appropriately today—a rose pastel dress low enough on the chest to frame my cleavage and short enough to show my beautiful legs. This should be enough to make the talk run smoothly. Kahit ang sabi ng bruhang si Rel ay tatanggihan ako, I don't believe it. It would be absurd. Everyone wants me, but I don't pick just anyone. I made it known that it's my choice who I get to bed with. If you're not it, you're not it. If you are lucky to capture my interest, you should not disappoint.

I scanned the pool area pero puro boring na lalaki ang naroon. They whistled and smiled appreciatively. Boys.

"Hey..." pigil ko sa isang babaeng napadaan sa tagiliran ko. Matalas ang mata niyang humagod sa 'kin. Nagusot ang mukha sa cleavage ko. Must be a conservative who's only standard for a good woman is if the dress covers from neck to toe. Well, I'm a good woman—good in bed. "Nasa'n si Callan?"

She was pressing her lips so hard, it might be glued together.

"Well? Can you tell me?" Nginitian ko siya nang friendly, kahit walang friendly sa mukha niya.

"Nasa locker room na," aniya.

"Thanks, girl." I turned towards the area where the locker was but—

"Hindi ka puwedeng magpunta do'n!" pigil niya.

Lumingon ako sandali kahit sure akong hindi worth it. "Why?"

"They're for the boys."

"So?"

Kumunot ang noo niya. "And you're not allowed there."

"Relax. I'm going there to talk to Callan and maybe seduce him, but we won't plok there. I don't do public shows," ani ko.

Nanlaki ang mata niya. Kinindatan ko naman.

"Thank you for the warning, though. Appreciate it."

Nakaangulo ang buong katawan ko nang pumihit papunta sa locker room. May nakasalubong akong ilan pang lalaki na nagbulungan, pero hindi ko na pinansin. I hate all this walking. Hindi worth it sa bagong stiletto ko.

Pagbukas ko ng pinto ng locker room ng swim team, nilingon ako ng mga naroon. Isang mukha lang ang nakilala ko at nakatingin na siya sa 'kin.

"Callan," sabi ko. "You're really here."

Kunot ang noo niya. Pinasadahan ko siya ng tingin but it was disappointing dahil naka-jogging pants na siya. Three minutes earlier and I could have seen him in his swimming trunks. What a bad luck. Kasalanan 'to no'ng babae. Ano kaya'ng pangalan n'on? Nagtutuyo na si Callan ng buhok gamit ang hawak na tuwalya. Fortunately, wala pa siyang shirt at nakasilip ang v-line niya. Abs there, too. Yum.

He's so worth my last fck. Puwede ring last fck frenzy.

I licked my lips and strode towards him. Long neck, girl. You're a swan.

"I'm Monique Hermosa," sabi ko sa kanya. "I'm sure you've heard about me." 'Cause duh? I'm famous.

Usually, guys were amused or delighted or excited. Pero siya... madilim ang mga mata niya sa pagkakatingin sa 'kin. But I refused to be intimidated with his deep-set eyes. I like those eyes looking at me differently—preferably, when he's on top of me. Puwede rin habang nakaupo ako sa kanya. Or... Gee, there's so many options!