Tyrone's Point of View
"Okay, Mom. You go talk to that dyke."
"Do not call her dyke! What if she called you gay? Will you not be hurt?" Mom said, she was too nice, I didn't even know from whom I inherited. Dad would be nice sometimes however, he was more strict than Mom.
"Mom, please. Talk to Zeah, you're influential to her."
"Okay." I told you, Mom was nice. "But in one condition..."
Did girls really like something in return? If we, men, requested something, should they also request back? Should they really overwhelm us? I couldn't undestand how men would be told of prideful in the first place, even though we wanted to be in charge, we couldn't do a thing if they mandated us. Tsk, tsk.
"What?" I asked. Anyway, I couldn't do a thing. This was the only way that the dyke would help me. I had several friends, only that they were all useless.
"No more green slips, please, son. This is also for you. So? Sleep early for you to wake up early! Not that you would sleep inside a class." She sighed. My mom was a good parent. It was just that I was foolish since the people surrounding me were also foolish. In this world, only few were trustworthy. And my mom was one of them. Me? Nah, nevermind.
"Eh, the lectures of my teachers were yawnful. Another thing, Mom, you and dad were also in high school. For sure, you two got—,"
"FYI[1], we were good students. We were responsible." Mom said. There, the reason why I was always compared to my parents was because they were lawyer and doctor. Because of how beautiful and handsome, good, intelligent, and talented they were. My only talent were to dance and pay for my unscrupulous friends.
[FYI = for your information]
"Alright, then both of you didn't get green slips. Okay, Mom," I hugged her.
Her forehead creased. "Fine, fine. Alright, I will talk to my daughter-in-law." I watched her as she seemed excited.
I removed my arms around her and seriously stared, "Mom, four words; Just. Dream. On. Bye," Afterwards, I went upstairs. She really favored Zeah, I didn't know. What a bummer.
Alzeah's Point of View
When I reached the school, Aunt Ry immediately talked me to help Tyrone. Ugh, Tyrone was annoying. He knew my weakness! Anyway, Dad was not home for he was at work. Mom was also not home just because, I didn't know.
"Please, my dear. Help Tyrone," Aunt Rylie said. Tyrone would even use Aunt Ry? How shameless of that guy!
"Auntie, do you know what he wants me to help him with?" For sure she didn't know, since if she knew that it was about revenge, she would be against it.
"You will help him be in the Top Ten?" Auntie told me, but how did Tyrone knew my goal for him?
I sighed, "Yes. I would help him but he changed his mind."
"Ah, is that so? So it was Tyrone's fault. Alright, Zeah, I won't force you anymore. But in case you change your mind, okay?"
"Fine, Auntie. I'll do it. I'll help him..." If it was not for Aunt Ry, I would not do this. Ugh!!!
"Really?" Her eyes seemed to twinkle. "OMG, thank you, my dear. You're the best. Alright, goodluck to the both of you. Bye. I also need to go to the hospital. I am really thankful!" She kissed my forehead and left. She was extremely happy. Haha!
Right, I would do this for Aunt Ry. Did you know, Aunt Ry would always be the one to treat me everytime I get sick? In the past, I had a Dengue and then she would always check upon me. She wouldn't let you feel like you were a stranger. Another thing, she didn't ask for a payment. It was embarassing but it was good since we didn't have money to pay for the heavy bill. That was why I told you, we had a big debt to the Dela Cruz Family.