Chapter 28: Fortune favors the brave.

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“Carrie, we need to talk,” he sternly said.


“What happened last night was a big mistake, Wesley,” I retorted as I gathered up my clothes from the floor and hastily put them on.


“Are you mad at me?” he mumbled as he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.


People normally looked unkempt when they wake up in the morning, but I can’t believe that I’m actually finding him incredibly sexy right now. This is so not helping, d*mmit!


He reached out his hand and held me by the wrist. “Will you sit down for a minute so we could have a proper conversation?”


“There’s nothing to talk about,” I proclaimed, releasing myself from his grip. “Last night was an impetuous act from a moment of senselessness. A one-night stand; an unemotional sexual encounter.”


I grabbed my purse from the bedside table and scooped up my shoes before he could even utter another word. “If anyone finds out about this, especially your sister, I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to use your little john even for urinating,” I told him before I closed his bedroom door behind me.




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Translations:
Lo que quieras = Whatever you say
No hables con la boca llena = Don’t speak with your mouth full
Y dónde vas? = And where are you going?
Hasta luego = See you later


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Sydney Flores
Ciara Escudero
Liz Mauricio


“Did your brother come home last night?” Mom asked when I joined them for breakfast.


“He wasn’t in his room. I guess he stayed in his condo.” Even though my parents bought Kuya a place of his own a few months ago, he only spends the night in his pad around two to three times a week — mainly because he doesn’t want his laundry to pile up.


“By the way, I need you to stop by my office tomorrow. Bring Gerard if you can.”


“Why?”


“We have to start planning about your cotillion de honor, the pre-pictorials, and what you two will be wearing.”


I grunted. “Fine, lo que quieras.”


I was just about to place the spoon unto my mouth when I heard the honking of Ciara’s car. I stood up and just I grabbed a slice of bread and a strip of bacon and shoved it in my mouth. “Have to go, bye,” I managed to blurt out.


“Isabelle,” Mom exclaimed furiously. “No hables con la boca llena! Y dónde vas?” she called out as I headed for the front door.


“Fitting of bridesmaid gowns for Ate Phoebe’s wedding. Hasta luego!”


“No one was answering in Carrie’s condo,” Sydney told me when I got into the car.


“I thought your brother gave her a ride yesterday.”


“That’s what he told me,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe she’s already with Ate Phoebs.”


“Yeah, you’re right,” Ciara nodded and started the car. “But try calling her phone just to be sure.”




“What took you so long?” Sydney snapped when I showed up at the couturière’s place.


Instead of answering, I slumped between Ciara and Liz, panting tremendously like a thousand dogs had just chased me. I didn’t had my car with me (I left it in my unit building since Wendy offered to drive to MAEC yesterday) so I had to catch a cab but that f*cking driver doesn’t know how navigate through the area. I unwillingly paid him and ran twenty blocks just to finally get here.


“Nag-marathon ka ba?” Ciara kidded.


“Where were you? You weren’t at your place when we stopped by.”


“Oh, don’t mind me. Are you guys done fitting? Is it my turn now?” I immediately dismissed their question. I didn’t want to be reminded of the events of last night and this morning.


“No, seriously, where have you been? My brother took you home right?”


Oh, he took me home indeed, just not MY home. That stupid b*stard!


“Yeah,” I mumbled apathetically and continued on pushing on another topic. “So where’s Ate Phoebs? Have you seen her wedding gown? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”


“Oh, my God,” Liz suddenly gasped. “I know what you’re doing!”


“What are talking about?” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Anyway, you really have to see my gown! Of course mine would be so much better than you guys since I’m the maid of honor but—”


“You slept with someone!” she shouted, loud enough for the other people inside the shop to hear.


I immediately shushed her. “Hoy, Elizabeth Mauricio, tumigil ka nga d’yan! You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I hissed.


“Oh, my God!” Sydney and Ciara exclaimed at the same time. “You did! You did slept with someone! We’ve seen you use that strategy before!” Ciara joined in much to my embarrassment.


“Will you girls shut the f*ck up?! You’re accusing me of nothing but a lie!”


“You had sex with someone and we know who that someone is, ano?! Oh, my God, Maria Carina! Who is it? Whom did you do it with?”


“I didn’t, okay? So I suggest you three to shut up before my sister even hears about this nonsense!”


“I am so going to ask my brother about this. He’ll know for sure since he was the last person you were with,” Wendy threatened.


Oh, sh*t. Someone please kill me now.




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Katt Briones


I had just finished clearing up my bedroom from any signs of last night that my siblings might see if they would pay me an unexpected visit when my doorbell rang. And for the first time, I am not ecstatic with the epigram ‘saved by the bell’.


But I suddenly wanted to take that back when I opened the door. “Katt?”


“Hey, Wesley,” she greeted, her smile emanating an indubitable warmness. “Can I come in?”


“S-sure!” I moved aside and let her pass through. “Sit, please. Can I offer you anything?”


She shook her head and we both sat on the same sofa, occupying each end. “I guess you’re wondering why I came here without any notice,” she chuckled. “Well, after seeing you last night, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you even if I was with Enchong.”


My brows furrowed as I stare at her. “You couldn’t stop thinking about me?” I repeated, completely taken by surprise with what she’d just uttered.


“And I was wondering,” she hesitated. “If the offer still stands?”


“Offer?”


She then put her hand on top of mine and beamed radiantly. “The one about watching the city lights from the uplands of Antipolo?”




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Patricia Roque
Lia Almonte
Kathy Guinto
Ashley Chavez
Trina Ramiro


I left the girls at the shop, frustrated and empty-handed because Carrie just wouldn’t yield into blurting out the name of her last night’s boy toy. I actually wanted to stay a little longer so I could further goad her for details but I had to be in school within thirty minutes because of the volleyball tryouts. We’re in need of new members since four have already graduated.


My team members were playing against each other when I walked inside the gym. I put the whistle hanging around my neck into my mouth and blew it as loudly as possible. “Enough of that,” I told them.


“Well, aren’t you cranky today?” Kathy teased.


I just shook my head and laughed inwardly. “Anyway, who has the list of the TOs?” It’s our acronym for tryout-ers, a term we made up for those who wanted to try their luck.


Patricia gave me the clipboard with all the names and we all finally took a seat on the courtside benches. Coach Reema normally leaves the tryouts to us since we already know what to do and we can clearly see those who has potential.


“Let’s get started,” Lia bellowed. “Quimson, Palanca, Obando, Ugarte, Ilagan, and Landicho, you’ll be Team A. Please stand on our left side.”


The six who were called immediately obeyed but I stopped Ashley before she could hail the next set of six. “The girl with the orange shorts. No socks, can’t play. You’re free to go,” I austerely told her.


“Feisty! I like that! You go, Captain,” Trina joshed and we all started doubling up with laughter. They’ve been my teammates for three years now and they know how strict I am with the rules.


I nodded for Ashley to continue when we finally regained our composure. “Honrado, Tibayan, Abalos, Calinisan, Ejercito, and Alonzo, you’re Team B. Please stay on the right side of the court.”


Patricia was just telling me that another girl wasn’t wearing the proper attire but I got distracted when I saw a particular person join the five girls on our right.















































“What’s the name of the last girl again?” I mumbled.


Pat scanned the list and tapped her finger twice on the clipboard when she found the name. “Alonzo. Pamela Alonzo. Why? Is there something wrong?”


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