Aly's POV
"Weh? Seriously? No joke?"
We're at the café right now—me and my bestie, Aya.
Oh, right! I haven't introduced her yet. My bad.
"Yes! And do I look like the type to joke about something like that? Oh my God!"
Then I slammed my head on the table again.
Because seriously… how the heck am I supposed to do what Sheen's asking me to do?
At this point, tying a noose sounds easier!
"Tss. Girl, it's your fault. Every time Sheen says something, you're all 'go go go' without even thinking.
Then again… have you ever used your brain?"
I smacked her. "Are you even really my friend?! Wow!"
"Hehehe. Chill, it was a joke! Geez."
Then she added, "But real talk… how are you gonna pull off this Mission Impossible: Seducing Drake Palma?
You do know he's kind of autistic, right?"
Exactly! Autistic.
He sleeps through class all the time.
But when it's quiz time—bam! Perfect score.
So unfair!
I stay awake and fail, and he's out cold yet aces everything.
What the heck? Does he dream the lectures?! The 'eff!
"I don't even know. I have zero idea. Besh, help me please."
I gave her the classic twinkling puppy eyes.
I desperately need help. =___=
"Shut up! I don't even have a boyfriend, and you're asking me to help you with one?"
"Haay! Life, why are you so hard on me?
All I want is to be Sheen's girlfriend—ouch!!"
Aya smacked me on the head!
"You're being emo again. Ew."
"You seriously don't have any suggestions? Tips? Advice?"
"You know what—?"
Then I shook my head.
"There's your target! Quick, let's follow him!"
We ditched our food and started tailing Drake.
Wow, I felt like I was James Bond or something!
We ended up behind the high school building of St. Claire's High
(the college department is called St. Claire's Academy),
and there he was—Drake—lying down under a tree.
Guess he's taking a nap.
Yup, autistic behavior confirmed.
"Let's go! He's just gonna sleep anyway."
I turned around and started walking away.
Haay, what a waste of my fries and sundae!
I threw them away just to watch this dude nap…
"Wait!! There's a girl coming!"
I stopped in my tracks and ran back.
Yup, a girl just arrived.
Didn't know her name, but I'm sure she's in our batch.
Though in fairness—girl's pretty.
But obviously, I'm prettier. Wahaha!
They were talking, but we couldn't hear anything.
Of course, me and Aya have chismosa in our blood,
so we got closer.
And tadaaa~ We could finally hear them!
"Drake, I want you to be my boyfriend!"
said Pretty Ate.
Shet!
I salute your fighting spirit, girl!
Go, Ate!
"K."
Drake replied.
What the—
That's it?!
Ate smiled, but Drake turned around and walked back to his tree.
"We're breaking up," he said.
Another what the—
THAT'S IT?!
Pretty Ate just stood there in shock.
"B-break? We just got together and you're breaking up already?"
she asked.
Same, girl.
That's our question too. =___=
"You wanted this, right? So you can brag that you've dated me? Well, you're dating me now. I'm leaving."
Then he flopped back down.
Pretty Ate ran off crying.
You are such a jerk, Drake Palma! One day your karma's gonna bite you!!
We made it back to Aya's classroom—thankfully our teacher was late, no scolding.
"But… that was actually easier than I thought, Besh. Being Drake's girlfriend is simple. He's so easy to talk to! Sooo easy!" Aya said, dripping with sarcasm.
Yeah, true enough… he's like Mr. Boyfriend of the universe. Totally public property. Of course…
"Well—" I started—
"—You talk to him just like Pretty Ate did, then tell Sheen your love broke up right away. See? Problem solved."
She had a point.
"But it's embarrassing. He's our classmate. Pretty Ate is from another section, so it's fine…"
"That's totally okay! Maybe she didn't even know we were classmates. Or maybe she didn't even know you existed! You know how he is, always sleeping. So don't worry, Besh."
She did have a point.
"Alright then. I'll tell him later—and I'll tell Sheen we broke up right away too."
"Good luck with your Mission Impossible, Besh!"
Then class started.
I was planning to tell him before dismissal that I wanted him as my boyfriend.
sigh I already forgot I'm a human with dignity when it comes to Sheen.
Crazy love's turning me into a fool.
Finally dismissal!
People rushed out… but Drake was still slumped in his armchair.
Autistic behavior confirmed.
After fifteen minutes, finally! The sleeping prince woke up.
He grabbed his bag, stretched, and walked out of the room.
I silently followed him.
Outside the campus, that's when I was gonna say it—no gossiping.
Once I was sure I was far enough away, I tapped him on the shoulder.
Yes! Alys, you got this! Aja!
He turned around, looked at me—
"Drake Palma, I'm your girlfriend now."
And then he peed on me—or… relieved himself—and turned away. Autistic. =___=
I counted loudly:
"Five"
"Four"
"Three"
"Two"
"One"
"We're breaking up. Okay, bye."
And I ran away as fast as I could.
Yes! Mission accomplished! Wahaha!
Sheen never said anything about long-term commitment, right?
Good thinking, Alys! At least even if not in academics, you're smarter than ace grade—😉
The next day, I was excited to go to school and share the good news with Sheen.
Mwehehe. You're so smart, Alys. I'll buy you ice cream later.
"La la la~" I was humming on my way to the rooftop, since that's Sheen's hangout spot.
It was still early, so I went ahead.
When I opened the door, I found Kei and Sheen there, deep in conversation…
"Why did you bring me here?" Kei asked.
"I love you, and I want you back…"
Ouch! That hurt. T^T
"Don't you get it, Sheen? We're over!"
"What's wrong with you? Is it because of that Drake Palma guy?!"
Uh oh—Sheen's yelling! Scary!
"Yeah, so what? Can you do something about it?"
"Kei—don't you know he's a playboy? Why do you wanna be with him?! He always's got a girlfriend!"
"I know. But he also always breaks up."
"That's exactly it! He always breaks up with them! So why are you rushing back to him?!
"Because, I want to prove I'll be the first girl he'll take seriously." Then Kei turned and walked away.
I hid immediately.
Ugh! I thought it was all over. I was the one who initiated the breakup, and now she's trying to reconcile?
Such a crazy life—is this even real?!