Epilogue - Part 1

"This is stupid."

"Just do it," Vito said.

"I'm hungry."

"Then more reason to do it," Yago interjected.

"Fine..." I said as I rolled my eyes as I wrote on the paper that was earlier given to us. It was some activity wherein we'd write where we think we would be in 10 years. I was 17 years old, so I was pretty sure that by 27, I'd still be single and I'd be living my best life.

So, I wrote there:

By the time I'm 27, I probably would've dated at least 20 women, be serious with at least 3 of them, but no signs of settling down. I would've been part of the board of all the corporations my family owns and have a share in. True to tradition, I'll be living my best life with my family and friends.

Do I want to get married?

Nope.

I love my family, but marriage sucks. Besides, it's just legality. It's just a freaking piece of paper. If I love you, I'll stay with you even without that paper.

No kids.

For the love of god, no kids.

I'm pretty sure Yago would spawn lots of his evil seeds, so I'd probably spoil those little bastards. I'm pretty sure Sancho would impregnate someone sometime. I got to look after Vito because if shit happens, he'll end up getting raped and wake up one day with some woman claiming he's fathered her child.

So, yeah.

I think 27 will be great.

I immediately folded the paper and rolled my eyes when I saw my friends writing on their papers seriously. Why were they taking this seriously? It's just some activity.

I took a peep at what Yago was writing.

'Not married but most probably living with my girlfriend and our kids.'

"Privacy, please," Yago said.

I rolled my eyes. "Are the kids planned or unplanned?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Probably planned."

"With Rome?"

Sancho quickly shot me a death glare. I pursed my lips and stopped myself from laughing. It's been a long time ago, but I was pretty sure that he'd carry that until the day he died. Yago's such a fucking dick—Rome's Sancho's sister. That's like... an automatic back off. But then again, I always see Rome flirting shamelessly with Yago.

Nah.

None of my fucking business.

"What did you write? I'll show you mine," I told Vito.

"So nosy," he replied.

"Just curious!"

"No."

"Tss. Damot," I said.

After a while, we all passed the paper and I saw how Sancho wrote on the paper that he would've been married by that time and they'd be managing the hacienda. As if. He's such a fucking flirt! And I seriously do not understand, for the fucking life of me, why he pulls all those girls without even trying! So unfair!

We went to the cafeteria and I immediately frowned when I saw Eunice with her boyfriend. Tsk. She must like doing charity because what the hell was she doing with him when she could be with me? Nikolai Quentin Ferreira?

"Stop drooling," Yago said.

"I'm better than Jerome, right?"

"No," he quickly replied.

"The hell!"

"He's the valedictorian of their batch."

"Not everything's about grades!"

"You say that because you have bad grades," Yago said.

My lips parted. "How dare you."

Yago just laughed at me. "Tigilan mo na kasi si Eunice," he said.

"But I want her!"

He rolled his eyes. "Para kang bata."

I almost gagged when I saw Eunice try to feed Jerome. Was he an invalid? Couldn't he eat using his hands?

Before I died of jealous, Yago and Vito pulled me away and we hang by the quadrangle and ate there. Sancho was missing—probably doing some R18 shit. People think he's so nice when in reality, he's like the biggest flirt I know. But he never tells us stuff, so I really don't know the body count.

We were almost done with our lunch when we saw Sancho heading towards us. I looked behind him and saw Sofia, a senior. My eyes widened.

"Sancho," I called as soon as he was within earshot.

"What?"

"I really just have to ask."

"Ano nga?"

"How huge is your dick?"

"Niko, what the fuck?" Vito replied.

"Come on! We've been friends since forever! I'll show you both mine. I'm just really curious! What's up with Sancho's dick! He gets all the girls!"

That's Sofia! The one who almost got kicked out of school for posting those beach pictures that the nuns thought were 'not in line with the Catholic ideals' of the school! But she was in the beach! What did they want her to wear?

I clicked like on all those photos.

"Gago," Sancho said.

"Do you have piercing down there? Is it crooked? I just need to know!" I inquired seriously.

"Puta. Bakit ganito usapan natin?"

"I wouldn't ask if I have a choice."

"Niko, you're... insane."

"I just need to know, okay!"

"Fine," Sancho said, standing up and walking.

"What?" I asked as Vito stood up, too.

"What? I'm curious, too," he replied as we both followed Sancho. We headed to the CR in the fourth floor of the old high school building. There were practically no people there because it only has the library (that was practically a ghost town) and the CR that no one really goes to.

"This is weird," Yago said.

"But admit it—you're curious," I said.

Yago rolled his eyes. See! They're curious, but I was the only one brave enough to fucking ask!

"Are we really going to do this?" Vito asked.

We became silent.

"So... we're all going to show our dicks to one another?" Yago asked. Vito grimaced.

"Well, if you put it that way, of course it'd sound weird!" I said.

"Well, how will you put it, you fucking genius?" Yago asked.

"It's... research," I said.

"Research?"

I nodded. "Yes. To finally put the mystery to rest."

So, we were there, facing one another, our hands on our belts.

"For the record, I think this is fucking weird," Vito said.

"Yes. Bakit hindi na lang ikaw, Sancho, ang magpakita?" Yago asked.

"Ulul," Sancho replied.

I rolled my eyes and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks. I pulled down my pants, together with my boxers, and showed it to them. "Disclaimer—this is not the normal size," I said because the temperature in the CR was kinda low.

I looked at Yago, Vito, and Sancho and they were all staring at baby Nikolai. I suddenly felt shy, so I pulled up my pants.

"Your turn," I told them.

They grunted but all obliged. I seriously fucking wish no one would go here because it would be so hard to explain what the fuck we were doing. Vito, Sancho, and Yago's dicks were all out—I couldn't imagine what fucking stories would come out if someone sees us here.

"Okay na?" Sancho said as I stared at his dick.

I blinked.

Okay.

What the fuck was that.

* * *

"Morning," I said to my mom.

"Good morning," she replied as I kissed her cheek. I grimaced when I saw her looking at my report card.

"In my defense, I seriously think I'm dyslexic."

Mom rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, I don't remember you being dyslexic when you're writing checks."

I just laughed as I went to my seat. I was her only son and it's not like I was stupid—I just really get easily bored with school. I wasn't interested in anything they try to teach me. Also, my mom told me that I didn't need to be really smart, just not utterly stupid—that's why we have money to hire smart people to do the job for us. It's just how the world works.

Moments later, dad joined us. I remained silent as they talked. I did not understand for the life of me why my mom would stay with him when he'd been nothing but a cheating asshole. Mom could do so much better. But of course I could say nothing because as much as I wanted them to separate, it was clear to me that my mom loves my dad.

She's not a kid—she chose this, so she better live with it.

After that, I went to the country club to meet with my friends. Sancho was on a date and Yago was elsewhere. I saw Vito trying to flirt with some girl, so I just played golf until I got bored and went home.

The next few days were just normal—me trying to annoy my friends because it's boring if I did not!

"What on heaven is this," I said as I stared at the stick that Sancho handed to me.

"Isaw," he replied.

"And this is edible?" I whispered because I didn't want Manong to hear me. I didn't want to be disrespectful—I just seriously wanted to know!

"Yes," he replied. "Try mo muna."

I nodded. "Okay," I said as I tried one stick. It tasted weird... but good kind of weird. I like food. So, I ate 5 sticks before I felt full and then drank samalamig.

I seriously love how Sancho's from the province because he brings culture to our otherwise boring friend group. I seriously could expect nothing from Vito and Yago's boring life growing up.

After eating, we went to the country club to swim, but really, we were just looking for girls to hit on.

The next days were supposed to be like any other day but—

Fuck.

"What did you eat the last few days?" Mom asked.

"I can't remember," I lied because I always remember what I eat. Mom knew that I was lying and she just gave it up. Thankfully, my annoying ass friends arrived.

"Hi, Tita." I rolled my eyes as Vito and Sancho greeted my mom. They're so nice in front of my parents... so deceitful.

"Have you eaten dinner?" mom asked them and they both shook their heads. They looked so innocent I could barf. "I'll order food for us. Kayo muna d'yan kay Niko," Mom continued before going out.

As soon as the door closed, they both looked at me.

"Ano'ng sabi mo?" Sancho asked.

"Indigestion," I replied.

"Good," he said.

"Good your fucking ass," I spat out. "I'm in a fucking hospital!"

Sancho shrugged. "No one forced you to come with us."

"True," Vito seconded, the traitor that he was. "Besides, we all ate isaw. You're the only one who got sick."

Sancho nodded. "In conclusion, ikaw ang problema."

I rolled my eyes so hard. Why are they even my friends!

"Bakit ba nandito ka pa rin? Weird naman... Isang linggo ka na rito," Sancho said.

"Fuck you," I said, but the door swung open and Nurse Jillian came in. I immediately saw both Sancho and Vito check her out. I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Niko," Nurse Jillian greeted as she proceeded with her usual routine. I immediately smiled at her and both Sancho and Vito looked at me like I got caught red-handed.

"Kaya pala..." Sancho said as soon as Nurse Jillian got out.

"Are you even sick?" Vito asked.

I grinned at them. "Jealous?" I asked but I already saw Sancho walking out. I laughed and Vito stared at me. "Already tried," I said.

Vito tousled my hair. "Awww. Got rejected, bud?"

I rolled my eyes and slapped his hand away. "Fuck you," I said.

* * *

I was excited to fucking graduate. I was tired of seeing the same old faces, but who was I kidding? I'd probably still see the same faces.

"Do you think Reign will say yes?" I asked because graduation ball's around the corner and I needed a date. School's not allowing outsiders, so it's not like I have lots of options. To be honest, if I could, I wouldn't go with anyone. Everyone here has a crush on Sancho, so, no thanks.

"I think," Yago said.

"Should I just ask her?"

"Yeah."

"Also, what course will you take again?" I asked and he halted from copying Sancho's assignment.

"About that..." he said.

"What?"

"After graduation, I'll be leaving for US."

My lips parted a little. "As in... permanently?"

"I don't know," he replied.

I stayed silent for a while.

Okay.

That was a surprise... but not really. Tita Ylenna's there. And I knew how much he hated living with Tito Yael.

"Are you about to cry?" he asked me.

I scoffed. "No."

He laughed like he didn't just drop a fucking bomb on me. I already planned us going to college together and ruling the university! "I'm not dying, you know? You can always visit me."

"I'm not flying for a day to see your face," I replied.

We sat there for a few minutes.

"At least you'll see Tita," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I know you'll visit."

"I'll think about it."

He laughed. "I'll give it a month and I'll see your stupid face in Seattle."

"Just tell me that you want me to visit," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'll be back for law school."

"For real?"

He nodded. "Yeah," He replied. "Will finish college there and be back for law school here."

"And then you'll be back there after law school?"

"You'll be fine."

"I know."

"Just stop annoying Sancho."

"I don't annoy him," I defensively said. I was just asking questions! Genuine concern that warranted questions!

He laughed. "You ask him the most stupid questions!"

"Because he's pikon!"

"He's not–ikaw napipikon kapag hindi ka pinapansin."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

We stayed silent again.

He stood up.

"I need to pack."

"Need help?" I asked.

I shrugged.

* * *

"Just open the freaking gate," I said as I sat there and watch the people around me have fun. The graduation ceremony already ended, but there was still a ball and the gates were locked and no one was allowed to leave until the whole shit was over. I was so bummed out. Vito and Sancho were my friends... but we're not really that close. I knew I was annoying at times... but they're too quiet for me. If I don't say anything, the silence felt unnerving.

Why was Tito Yael such a fucking whore? He's inconveniencing my life.

"Let's go," Vito said.

"Where?"

He shrugged. "Food."

"Okay," I replied.

We climbed through the abandoned gate on the back of the old high school building and then walked towards the parking lot. I quietly sat in his car. I must've been too deep in my thoughts that I only realized that we were in the fucking highway.

"Why are we here?" I asked Vito.

"I told you—food."

"We're in the expressway."

"I know."

"What kind of fucking food is this."

But instead of replying, he remained silent. I was confused, but I had nowhere else to go. Yago's leaving tonight and I really didn't want to think about that. It's not like he's going to die—but I was like a goldfish! If I don't see you in a regular basis, I'd forget about you!

"Okay, what the fuck, there's Starbucks in Manila," I said as Vito pulled over in front of the Starbucks in the gasoline station in the expressway. Instead of answering me, I almost jumped in my seat when someone knocked on the window. My forehead was creased as I saw Yago and Sancho standing outside.

"What—"

But instead, they just got inside the car.

"Let's go," Yago said before Vito resumed driving. Okay... what the fuck was happening? 

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