Page 8 of Chasing Mr. Prefect
“Ah,” I said, letting out a relieved sigh.Yikes, just the thought of someone like Cholo Valiente watching my fancam edits of Hyoyoon’s funny moments...
Dear god, no.
I would rather have the underworld swallow me whole.
“So you want Pub?”
“Yes, please.”
“Hmm, that’s good. You’ll get right along with the Pub and Creatives kids. They’re…interesting, too.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that thinly veiled insult.”
“Oh, that’s not an insult. I do find you interesting.”
“‘Ge, push mo ‘yan,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Which team are you on?”
“Didn’t Miss Co tell you?”
“I remember she mentioned something but I was too worried about the possibility of being suspended to digest it. What was it again?”
He stared at me with a sly grin. “Why do you ask? So you can change teams and spend more time with me?”
Seriously, why did they even put him on this team? All he does is annoy me.I wondered if he was like this with the others. Was that a strategy to get things done?
I might never understand.
“No, because you’re annoying me enough as it is, and if I ever end up having to work with you, I’ll get two suspension warnings in one term. Which one are you in?”
“Funny you should ask, it’s a touchy subject,” he said with a small frown, looking at me dead in the eye. “I wanted to be Marketing Team Head.”
“Wow, seriously?” I said, my mouth curling in a disbelieving pout. I could not tell if he was serious or not, the cheeky brat. “The club said no toyou, Mr. I-Can-Do-Anything Prefect?”
“Yeah. They turned me down as Team Head,” he said, mirroring my pout and pulling a tragic expression. “Wala, eh. They wanted me as the entire event’s Chairperson.”
As if by reflex, I kicked the foot of the table he was sitting on.
“OW!” he whined, as the force of it actually dislodged him off the table.
I snarled. “Weirdest flex ever! Last mo na ‘yon.”
“Damn it, that usually works,” he said, shaking his head.
Before I could reply, the door swung open. A tall, beautiful girl stepped in, whose face I remembered seeing in class and student council posters.
“Hi,” she said, smiling at Cholo.
“Hey, Summer,” Cholo replied.
Ah, Summer Tiu. Of course.
Summer always looked immaculate and I could not help but notice how pretty she looked today. Being in the same block, she was in a lot of my classes and I was always being impressed whenever it was her turn to present in case presentations. She had substance and a perfect tan, plus the unforgiving white light in the meeting room did not make a dent in her seemingly poreless face.
Damn, girl, drop the skincare.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
“Did you see any of the others?” Cholo asked, his tone changing back to his formal one. He also rearranged his face in a polite smile.