The Glimpse of My Past

Diane’s P. O. V.

That voice was owned by my blunt yet cheerful best friend, Karen, whose real name was Cannery Jane Samaniego. Now I realized that she actually made a single thump of her hands in the air before yelling those words.

Karen twitched the corner of her lips upwards while sarcastically waving at people. Then, she flipped her straight and long hair before she burst into wild laughter as she approached me wearing her red pair of high-heeled boots. She was always doing a catwalk, getting everyone’s attention like she was on a fashion show, with Lorenz by her side.

On the other hand, Lorenz Villadares was our gay best friend and groupmate in almost every project, who had a small mole under his right eye. He was holding a folder that might contain our final thesis file. He was undoubtedly rich, who was the sole heir of their business empire, but I wasn’t sure what he really wanted to do in life.

Lorenz was a transferee from the same university where Liam said he came from. I couldn’t help but wonder. Why transfer when it was damn so close? Why shift on a different course when he had to start again all over? 

“Wow, sissy! How were you able to meet Liam Arthur Evangelista? And when did you meet him? Did you know that he is one of the youngest and famous business tycoons not only in America, but even here in the Philippines?” Lorenz exclaimed dramatically.

He even flickered his fingers in front of me. His fingernails were full of red manicures, and separated pink shades were tainted on his two ring fingernails. He asked me like his eyes were about to form a heart as if he was also thrilled by Liam’s presence.

He was wearing a red headband and also had makeup all over his face. He wasn’t ashamed to make it known to the public that he was an open gay.

Even though we were not Nursing students, our uniform here was all white, consisting of a short-sleeve blouse and knee-length skirt. Of course, white polo and slacks were for men, but Lorenz would even like to wear a skirt because he often announced that he belonged to women.

Back to the other side of our group’s equation, Karen was so simple when it came to her face. She doesn’t wear any makeup or even light powder, but she was still so pretty. Her narrow eyes paired with thick eyebrows complemented her calm and gentle face. She also had a pointed nose and curved reddish lips.

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She had waist-length red hair with rose-gold highlights, and she always wore her killer red boots that almost reached her knees. To honor our friendship, we should always have red stuff to wear from time to time, so my second-hand shoulder bag was also red.

“And based on what we saw earlier, you two were not just a mere acquaintance. There’s something more to it. You know why? I wouldn’t let someone kiss me on the lips when he’s just nothing to me,” Karen intervened as she stared at me intricately. “Oh, not to mention the fact that my lips were still virgin.”

Glancing away, I remained as tight-lipped as ever. I was maintaining my deadpan expression.

“Hey, you witch! Maybe you want to tell us a story? We’re all ears here!” she continued before giving me a hard slap on my shoulder.

“Sissy!” I cheerfully barked. “I’m not a witch, okay? But I guessed, I was able to bewitch him with my charms. Anyway, we have all the time in the world! Can you, guys, wait?” I laughed after almost losing my balance due to the heaviness of Karen’s hand.

When we first met two years ago, Karen was such a silent and distant person. Since I was Rivera and she was a Samaniego, we used to always sit side by side.

But she was the type of person who would not speak a word unless you would initiate the conversation. She was so quiet to the point that she would only nod as a reply, apart from saying yes or no.

After a month, her aloofness miraculously vanished away. I didn’t know what happened to her that she changed a lot, or should I say, she already revealed her true colors. Perhaps, she realized that no man was an island, and she had to communicate better.

But Karen was more talkative than I used to be. She told me that she became comfortable being with me throughout the time. She disclosed that she was actually a chatty-type of person, a brat who used to spend a lot, and a man-hater too.

Since then, we became best of friends and opened up with each other. She was a transferee from Cebu, and she preferred being in a public school so she could spend more money buying her every washday clothes.

Halfway through our second-year college life, a handsome Lorenz shifted his course from Cruise Ship Management to Accountancy and transferred from Exclusive School for Business and Finance to our university. Like Karen, he was also goddamn rich.

As a man-hater, Karen didn’t even glimmer an eye nor entertain him. But when Lorenz opened his mouth to ask her a question, her smile reached her ears after knowing that he was gay-an exception to her hate list.

Lorenz even jerked his fingers like a flirt woman before getting a red compact mirror from his bag. He admitted that he was gay-but insisted that she was indeed a woman trapped in a body of a man. From then on, the three of us were inseparable and always groupmates in troubles!

Back to the present, it was a good thing that after the parking lot, we could settle our butts to our seats in less hassle. Just adjacent to the parking lot was the Accountancy Building. We were about to enter the gate when I decided to speak.

“Well, Liam is my boyfriend,” I ecstatically confessed with non-stop smiles forming on my lips. These two were accompanying me side by side.

“Woah? For real? Our no-boyfriend-since-birth best friend finally has a lollipop! Oh my God, let’s cheers to that!” These two witches yelled at the same time, and with the exact words, without even minding the other students in the corridor.

“Hey! You, guys, are too loud! Stop mentioning about a lollipop,” I rebuked them with glee, still focusing on what was in front of me while walking. If I knew, the term lollipop for them had a double meaning.

“Wait! But how come? Care to share how did that happen?” Karen pulled my left arm.

“And where did you meet first? You’re not even an extrovert nor a party-goer!” On the other hand, Lorenz pulled my right arm as if I was a rope, and they were only playing a tug-of-war.

“Yeah, right! You’re only a home-and-school type of person,” Karen agreed. Alright, they didn’t know I was working my ass off in the club at night to support my family.

“But he only returned to the Philippines last week, huh?”

“So, it means… he didn’t even court you? Oh my God!”

“You’re such a witch!”

“But what happened to your other wooer? That ardent Leandro who you mentioned to us before?” I couldn’t exactly remember, but yes, I mentioned Leandro to them twice or thrice. I wasn’t sure.

“Forget about Leandro. Let’s talk about Fafa Liam!”

“Was Liam a great kisser? Did you, guys, already make out?”

“Wait, how about his dick? Does it hurt? How long was it? Was it huge?”

Apart from those, they still had lots of follow-up questions. I didn’t even know who owned the dialogue from these two witches anymore because their words were almost mixed and spoken at the same speed. And while they were throwing me questions, they were even laughing and tickling my waist.

My friends were truly impossible. I couldn’t believe that they were really my friends, but I loved them anyway.

Just most of the time, their mouths were full of lewd and explicit things when I couldn’t roar back because I was a virgin! Well, not to mention that Karen was also a virgin in that case. She was as vulgar as she could be-quite opposite of her calm face. I just didn’t know about Lorenz, but I didn’t care.