I proudly sneered at the group of boys who looked like trash because I had beaten them up earlier. They were talking about the student council president, who was also my childhood best friend and long time crush, so I couldn't help but pounce on them.

I scoffed smugly, pleased with my artwork, which was their bloodied, battered faces.

"Where is she?" When she's stern voice resonated, a shudder rushed down my spine.

"Here, babi." I called out dryly, meeting friend enraged stare.