“No, I-I'm studying,” I trembled. I fake a cough to swallow the lump that was stuck in my throat. I'm doomed. Next time, I’ll take note to block their number whenever mom and dad are around.
“Come on, you only go here twice! Wait, did you just tremble?” she asked, still drunk. Oh God, can you make her shut up? I pinched myself and tightened the grip on the cellphone I was holding. “Are you okay? Should I call the police now?”
“No, I didn’t tremble. I’m okay,” I said in a monotone. “You’re drunk, go home already, stop drunk calling. Bye.” Without even her consent, I ended the call and sat properly, waiting to be scolded by dad and mom.
“What’s the meaning of this?” mom said. A frown started to form on her smooth forehead. “You go twice to a useless place like that? A place for losers? You’re such–Stop being friends with her.”
I was stunned by what she said, my breathing became heavy. It isn’t useless but of course, I didn’t say that even though I really wanted to voice it out. I don’t want to make the situation worse, especially since I feel the growing tension between us. And in the end, I know I will be the one to lose towards them.
I shrugged. “No. She’s my only friend, except my cousin, Sherlyn,” I answered, referring to my two friends