L: Xander
“NAO-OFFEND na ako, Soriano, malapit na kitang pakainin ng bomba ha! Tumutulong ako, hindi nagchi-cheer! Assistant coach ako pero wala kang respeto, bigla kang hahalik na ulaga ka! Anong tingin mo rito, laro sa kalye?”
The first time I saw her, she was screaming bloody murder at Bryce Soriano in the middle of the finals game between my school and Ashton. I was playing for Jensens High against my stepbrother’s team. And their assistant coach was the girl who has a shoulder-length hair with streaks of pink and green amongst the dark and a pair of hypnotizing brown eyes with red soft lips which apparently could spew a hundred different profanities in different languages at a minute’s speed.
And to my utter surprise, nang nag-transfer ako sa Ashton
