Shattered Hearts

Chapter 1

ROOFIES

K's Point of View

“Ay grabe ka talaga! Si Rhys na captain nila Gab sa basketball? Nakipag-break sa’yo? Whoa! Akala ko ba patay na patay sa’yo 'yon? Eh he courted you for almost a year!” Danna exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Well, I don’t know what his stupid reason is, and I don’t give a damn, Dan,” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m just glad he did. Akala ko aabot pa kami ng buwan. Ghad! I can’t take that long. He sucks.” I laughed before downing a shot of tequila.

The burn of the alcohol made me wince. It sucked just as much as Rhys did.

We were lounging on the rooftop of our building. It was 3 PM, and since wala kaming klase ni Danna, we decided to hang out. Adamson College rarely gave us a break like this, so we made the most of it.

“You’re so bad!” Danna teased, exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke in my direction before carelessly flicking her cigarette away.

“f**k you!” I groaned, swatting the air.

She just laughed as my hair absorbed the smell of her cigarette. Ugh! Damn this girl.

“Sorry, Miss Mayers,” she said sarcastically, laughing like the chaos she was.

I rolled my eyes. “What’s wrong with you, woman?”

Danna smirked before taking another shot. “So, I heard Jayce from Class A likes you. Why don’t you try him?”

“Nah, not him. He’s creepy. He keeps texting me,” I said, scrunching my nose in disgust as I rested my head against the cold wall behind me.

“Why not? He’s not your type?” Danna asked, taking a long swig. “He’s an honor student, a varsity player, nerdy but not in a bad way. Definitely not a nobody!”

I turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! Not what you think, Kels! I don’t like him either!” she quickly clarified, even face-palming dramatically.

I laughed. “Defensive much?” I teased. “But yeah, he’s not my type. He’s so damn annoying.”

I closed my eyes, wincing as a sudden wave of pain shot through my head.

Danna kept talking, but I barely heard her. Her voice faded into the background as the headache grew worse. I felt drowsy, and the last thing I remembered was everything going black.

“Wake up, Miss.”

A light tap on my shoulder stirred me awake. I groaned, slowly opening one eye to see a blurry figure standing over me.

“Hi,” I mumbled weakly, closing my eyes again. My head throbbed like hell.

I heard the guy mutter a soft curse before tapping me again.

“Bumangon ka na d’yan. Alas dyes na, Miss.”

The urgency in his voice jolted me upright. “What?!” I exclaimed, clutching my pounding head. “Where’s Danna?”

“Mag-isa ka lang naman dito,” he replied, his voice flat.

I blinked, trying to adjust my vision in the dim light. The guy held a mop, and his face was barely visible under the weak glow from the rooftop’s entrance light and the moon above.

“Oh, s**t. I’m f*****g doomed,” I muttered under my breath, pressing my fingers to my temple as the pain flared again.

I grabbed my phone and frantically dialed Danna’s number. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. My frustration boiled over. “That girl is seriously pissing me off!”

Meanwhile, the guy had started cleaning up the mess we’d left behind. He didn’t even look at me. Probably a janitor.

“Excuse me?” I called out, trying to get his attention.

He didn’t respond, just kept mopping like I wasn’t there.

“Just go, Mayers,” he finally said, his voice cold and uninterested.

Wait—how did he know my name?

“May tao pa ba sa baba?” I asked, trying to ignore the pain in my head.

He stopped mopping and ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. When he turned to face me, I was struck by how good-looking he was. Definitely too handsome to be a janitor.

“You’re so annoying, Mayers,” he snapped. “Wala nang tao sa baba dahil alas dyes na. Besides, every Wednesday, 5 PM lahat ang dismissed ng klase. You’re a student here, so bakit hindi mo alam?”

I pouted at his remark, folding my arms. “Kilala mo ko?”

“Who wouldn’t?” he replied, rolling his eyes.

Okay, fair. Who wouldn’t know me? But still, I’d never seen this guy before.

“Kilala ko naman lahat ng janitor dito. Except you. Sino ka ba?”

He put the mop aside and walked toward me. “I’m not a janitor, Kelseigh Vann Mayers. Tss.”

I shoved him back when he got too close, glaring at him.

Sure, he was good-looking—angelic features, sharp brows, deep-set eyes, and lips that looked almost too soft for his sharp tongue. But I wasn’t amused. My headache was killing me, and I didn’t have the energy to deal with his attitude.

“Whatever. I’m going!” I snapped, grabbing my bag.

As I turned to leave, the pain in my head intensified, making me stumble slightly. I caught myself against the wall, muttering a string of curses under my breath.

Behind me, I heard him laugh.

“Hey, wait!” he called out.

Annoyed, I turned back to face him, only to see him holding a shot glass and a small transparent sachet with white powder.

“What?!” I snapped, irritation bubbling over.

Instead of answering, he motioned for me to come closer.

I stomped toward him, eyebrows raised. “What now?”

He held up the sachet. “Ilang shots ininom mo?” he asked, his voice unusually serious.

I frowned, trying to remember. But my mind was blank. “I don’t know. Dalawa? Or maybe more?”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Nalasing ka na agad?”

I opened my mouth to retort but stopped short as a horrifying realization crept in. What happened earlier? My headache. The sudden blackout. Oh, god.

“Sigurado ka bang kaibigan mo si Danna Reyness?” he asked, his lips curving into a humorless smirk.

“What are you saying?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

“She put something in your drinks. Roofies,” he said bluntly, holding up the sachet.

My heart dropped. “What?! That’s ridiculous!”

“Tss,” he muttered, pocketing the sachet. “What’s happening to you, Mayers? Hindi mo ba napansin?”

His hand reached toward me, like he was going to check if I was okay, but I swatted it away.

“f**k. I need to go,” I mumbled, turning on my heel and walking away as fast as I could.

“Hey!” he called after me, but I didn’t look back. My head was spinning, my thoughts racing.

By the time I made it down the stairs, I was drenched in sweat and on the verge of tears. The pain in my head was unbearable, and I couldn’t shake the fear of what might have happened.

Grabbing a cab, I gave the driver directions to the nearest drugstore. I needed pain relievers. Now.