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Black sheer chiffon Chanel vintage... for a blouse.

A hot pink Nine West tight fitting skirt.

A pink Hermes Birkin bag.

A pair of Jimmy Choo Zen Suede Bootie beige shoes.

A pair of Prada sunglasses.

Chanel No. 5 for the day's perfume.

Danielle Marie Dirham is a walking designer brand. Wala na talagang nakareklamo when she claimed the hallway for her famous morning strut. No one can really stand in her way, be it a teacher, an authority or the administrator himself.

She raised one delicately plucked eyebrow when she saw a flirting couple on one side. The girl was pressed against the wall, rubbing the guy's chin. They were both smiling like two silly little people in love and Dama had to roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Do you mind?" She asked in a somewhat high-pitched annoyed voice.

Napatingin sa kanya ang dalawa and she was a bit taken aback when she saw the guy's face. He was smoking hot, she thought. He has a smooth face and a pointy nose. Nice eyes. Nice pair of lips... that are currently pressed into a thin line.

"Oh hi there!" She greeted him with a smile, totally ignoring the girl he's with.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

The girl stifled a laugh as Dama's smile turned to a shocked, muted, wounded and embarrassed look.

Madaling nakabawi si Dama at inirapan ang lalaki. "I'll forgive you for saying that if you're a transferee." She said to him, hoping that he will take back what he said or mend it in some way that would be pleasing to hear.

"No Miss, actually, I've been around this school for four years now. And I don't think I've ever seen you before. Are you a transferee?"

Hindi nakaligtas sa pandinig ni Dama ang panunuya ng lalaki. She gripped the handle of her expensive bag before letting off some air. Hindi nya pinakawalan ang composure sa katawan.

"Is that so? Well I guess you're just as ignorant as anybody else for not knowing who I am. And it seemed to me that you have a cheap taste with girls too." She smiled mockingly at the girl who was now glaring at her.

"Dahan-dahan ka sa pananalita mo Miss." The guy warned her.

"You are in no position to tell me what to do."

"How about being the son of the school's administrator? Won't that be high enough for you?" The guy crossed his arms.

Dama scoffed. "This school won't even exist if not for my family's shares. And I can see now that it's not worth it."

"You're such a bitch!" Sabat ng babae.

Dama removed her Prada sunglasses and bored her eyes on the girl who was half-hidden behind the guy.

"Me? A bitch?" She scoffed. "You should meet my mom!"

Her mom—Megan, is the only person in the world who has so much bitchiness enough to scare her. Pano ba naman kase? Nagmana lang sya dito. Much as she hates to admit it, her mom is the original bitch.

Even her dad is scared of her mom.

Come to think of it—everybody seemed to be scared of her mom.

"Come on Cindy. There's no point in talking to her." Said the guy. Hinawakan nya ang kamay ni Cindy at hinila ito palayo sa kanya.

"Do not turn your backs on me when I'm talking to you!"

The guy sighed exasperatedly before he turned to face her again. "Stop it, will you? Hindi ako interesado sa 'yo!"

Natigilan si Dama sa narinig. No one. No one in her life have ever said something like that to her. Sure, alam naman nyang maraming galit sa kanya dahil sa ugali nya but no one dared to say that to her face. And guys would actually jump at a chance to be with her—kahit ilang oras lang.

They would die for a chance because she is who she is.

And this guy... this guy blatantly rejected her in front of the whole school.

The girl gave her a puppy-eyed look. "Awww... did your little bitchy heart get broken?" 

She smiled bitterly at the girl.

"Don't you know already? I don't have a heart."