"Gising ka na pala, gorgeous," she purred, scooting closer until her bare breasts pressed against my arm.

I let out a low chuckle, propping myself up on one elbow. "Naku, hindi ka naman nagpaalam kung pwede kang humiga dito, 'di ba?" I said, my tone dripping with sarcastic amusement. My eyes raked over her body—decent enough, sure, but I couldn't even remember her name. Maybe it was Chloe? Or was it Bianca? Putangina, ang dami na kasing pumapasok dito eh.

She giggled, her hand sliding lower. "Ay nako, Aira, 'wag kang maarte. Kanina pa tayo magkasama, 'di mo na ba 'ko maalala?" Her fingers dipped between my thighs, and I had to admit, magaling siya—not that I'd ever tell her that. "Baka gusto mo ulitin natin 'yung ginawa natin kanina?" she whispered, her breath hot against my neck.

Just as I was about to reply with some equally flirty bullshit, my phone blared—the obnoxious ringtone I'd set for Jordan. "Sandali lang," I said, rolling away from her surprisingly strong grip. "Hello? Jord, anong kailangan mo't umaga pa lang tawag ka nang tawag? Sunday naman ngayon, 'di ba?"

There was a pause on the other end, then Jordan's voice came through, laced with that particular brand of panic he reserved for my fuck-ups. "Aira, tangina, Monday ngayon! May student council meeting ka nga raw with President Reyes in,"—another pause, probably checking his watch—"shit, fifteen minutes ago! Nasa news 'yung traffic sa EDSA, grabe raw! Bakit ka natutulog pa?!"

My blood ran cold. "Anong Monday?!" I shrieked, sitting bolt upright. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand—9:47 AM. Monday, October 23. Putangina. Putangina talaga. "Jord, 'wag kang umalis, tatawag ako ulit!" I hung up without waiting for his reply, my heart pounding like fucking drums in my chest.

I scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets tangled around my legs. "Saan ka pupunta?" the girl asked, sitting up with a pout. Her nipples were still hard from the cold air, and she made a show of stretching languidly. "Halika na dito, tulog muna tayo ulit. Ang aga-aga naman para mag-alala sa school."

"Gising ka na, 'te! Monday na! May meeting ako!" I yelled, yanking open my closet door. I grabbed the first blazer and skirt I saw—black, sleek, hopefully not too wrinkled. "Alis ka na dito, please! Late na 'ko!"

She actually had the nerve to laugh, like this was some fucking joke. "Aira, 'wag kang magbiro. Kanina mo pa 'ko pinapaiyak sa sarap, ngayon papaalisin mo 'ko? Halika na, konting lambing pa." She patted the space beside her on the bed, completely naked and not a care in the world.

I turned to her, my patience snapping like a dried twig. "Hindi ako nagbibiro," I said, my voice dropping to that low, deadly serious tone that made even Jordan shut up instantly. "Alis. Ka. Na. Ngayon. Din." I pointed at the door, my hand trembling slightly from adrenaline. "May importante akong meeting na nalalate-an na ako, at kailangan kong magbihis. So unless gusto mong makita kang hubad't nagpapakipot sa guard sa labas, umalis ka na. Now."

Her smile finally faltered, replaced by confusion and then hurt. "Pero... kanina pa tayo—"

"Kanina ay kanina, ngayon ay ngayon!" I snapped, pulling on my underwear with frantic movements. "Alam mo namang malandi lang ako, 'di ba? Hindi 'to true love. Umalis ka na, may buhay ako outside this fucking bedroom."

She finally got the message, scrambling off the bed with a wounded expression. I almost felt bad—almost—but then I remembered Yvonne's cold, disappointed face if I showed up late to another council meeting. That woman could freeze hell with one look, and I'd rather deal with a thousand one-night stands walking out naked than face her disapproval.

As the girl hurriedly gathered her clothes, muttering under her breath about "gagamitin lang pala ako," I was already buttoning my blouse with shaking fingers. Putangina, Yvonne Reyes. That woman didn't just run the student council—she ran my fucking mind ever since I laid eyes on her. And now I was late for her meeting. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Clone of Betrayed Hearts: A Dangerous Game