HEARTFILIA'S POV
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I was quietly sitting in my seat, staring at the teacher. He wasn't in this class—thank God. No irritating phony to bother me with his hypocrisy.
"What had gotten into your husband, to make him act like that? Was he possessed? Nicole and I almost believed it."
The gay best friend asked, and we were in class; please, God, give me patience. Since he's talked non-stop, I swear, I'm going to punch him any moment.
He had just kissed me again earlier. Does this mean I might have two babies in my stomach now? Jesus, this is a real problem.
"Exactly. Maybe he had a fever, Filia. Or. are you actually pregnant?" Nicole asked. I closed my eyes tightly.
"I said no, didn't I?! Can you two please stop bothering me?!" I snapped, my annoyance rising at their non-stop chatter.
"You know, you two really are a good match. But I'm still more of a goddess than you are, so you better watch your husband or he might end up with me," Joseph said, smiling. Oh God, his homosexuality is flaring up again.
"Don't believe him, Filia. There's no way this horse of a man will ever get his hands on Jharied." Nicole complained—oh, I smelled another fight brewing. Neither of them ever gives up.
"Hey, woman with thick armpit hair, who are you calling a horse?" the gay best friend irritably asked.
"Oh, you had to ask? Obviously, you. Who else was I looking at? Don't tell me you think you're a goddess. Maybe. a goddess of horses. Or the goddess of ugliness. That sounds better. And the king is over there."
Nicole said, smirking, pointing to our nerdy classmate.
My grip on my pen tightened. I was getting fed up with these two. I was sitting between them, didn't they care? My ears were hurting!
"Can you two please be quiet?!"
I finally intervened, knowing they wouldn't stop until they hurt each other. I hate sitting them next to each other-it's World War III in our classroom every single day.
"Oh, hush. Don't stress the pregnant woman. The baby might fall out."
Joseph quickly said. I took a deep breath. They were still insisting I was pregnant.
When are they going to believe I'm not pregnant? Son of a salt fish, I haven't even experienced morning sickness!
They finally piped down, thank God. After a few minutes, my silent world was back.
Our teacher dismissed the class, and the other students filed out. What to do now? My next class is later.
"Let's go to your husband's hangout."
The gay best friend suggested. Oh dear, he's going to flirt again, just because the jerk's friends were present!
"More like you want to flirt," Nicole replied, laughing.
"You, Nicole-you've been talking back all day. You're pushing my buttons."
The gay best friend answered. Jesus, here they go again. My headache was getting worse.
"Yes, fine, let's go. That's enough." I stopped them because none of them wanted to lose.
Three of us came out of the classroom. We started to walk down the corridor when suddenly someone blocked our way.
"Hey, so you're pregnant now!"
Samantha said snidely. Here we go again. This witch is so annoying; she's been at it since yesterday.
"What's it to you? Are you a mother yet? No, right?"
The gay best friend cut in. Am I going to get into another fight?
"Hey, gay boy whose face is full of pimples, don't interrupt a conversation that doesn't concern you."
Samantha insulted him. You're dead now.
"Hey, stick of a woman with thick make-up--just so you know, you look like a rice cake. How much do you earn at the carnival?" the gay best friend asked snidely.
"Wow!!" Samantha shrieked, about to slap the gay best friend, but he beat her to it.
The gay best friend slapped her. Oh, this is good; Joseph is being brave today.
"What? You want to fight? Come on, let's punch it out. You thought I would back down? You're mistaken!" he told her, the gay best friend challenging her.
Seriously? Who are you, gay best friend?
Nicole and I were just laughing while observing them.
"You're a pain! You have the audacity, you gay freak!"
Samantha yelled.
"Hey! Your face is thicker! Even your foundation is ashamed! And you steal other people's husbands? Are you running out of men? Have some shame!"
The gay best friend hollered back. A crowd was gathering. Nicole and I stood on the side; we were used to him fighting.
"You have no righ—"
"What is going on here?" interrupted Jharied.
What is that lunkhead doing here? He should be at his hangout now.
"Babe, you won't believe how she is bullying me?"
Samantha whined theatrically. Oh Samantha, I don't know what to say to you!
Did she think that he would pay her any attention? That woman really never does anything sensible. Playing the victim and not using her brain.
"You were the one bullying Filia. Right, Filia?" He looked to the side. but we weren't there. Nicole and I were sitting on a rolling table, slightly further away.
"Wait, Filia? Nicole? Was it the ground that swallowed you up?" Nicole and I maintained poker faces. Seriously, he was looking down at the floor.
"Filia!" he exclaimed. Nicole and I laughed because he is such an idiot for asking that person. You got this, gay best friend, you handle that man!
"Where is Filia?!" Jharied demanded, dismissing Samantha, who was faking her cries.
Hmph, serves you right. You deserve that; you choose the wrong place for your drama. Of course, he's going to side with me in public, or he'll get in trouble with his mom. So many eyes are watching.
"Let's go closer. That man might get annoyed again!" I said. And we both rose and walked towards them.
"Are you done fighting, baks?" Nicole asked. There is never a peaceful day when I come to school.
When Jharied suddenly pulled me, my smile vanished.
"Let's go. We're going home. We have somewhere to go." He said, dragging me away.
I didn't even get to say goodbye. He really enjoys dragging me! He doesn't care whether I'm hurting or not—it's irritating!
"Ouch, you lunkhead! If you're in a hurry, let go of my arm!!" I snapped at him irately.
Does he think I'm wearing flat shoes?!
"Is it my fault your legs are so short!" he replied icily.
How dare he insult me!
"Fine, you're the tall one with long legs! Where are you taking me?!" I asked again, but he said nothing.
He opened his car door before shoving me inside.
Gentle dog!