She was Tamed

• Jada •

"Byotchhhhhhhhhh!!!"

I just stepped out of the airport and an ear-piercing shriek welcomed me. As usual, they were late again.

“Shut up!” I snapped. “I’ve been waiting inside for thirty minutes already. Why are you guys late again? Did you just spat or swallowed?” pretending to be really irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick me up.

Two people came to fetch me from the airport. One is Bambi, my gay manager/confidante/gbf (gay best friend)/mother/father, older sister, and older brother, all in one.

Bambi is also twenty-five years old, the same age as me. He likes younger men though he would always complain when he runs out of money and none of his boys would show up.

"Fck! Are you mocking me? I’m parched! No one wants to water me since I’m penniless,” he snapped, rolling his eyes before pouting at me.

I tugged at my earlobe, rolling my eyes at him too. I’m really tired of his drama, it’s the same old story.

Following Bambi out of the van was Honey, Honreta Perez in real life. We’re used to calling her Honey and even our fellow models address her by that name.

She was smiling brightly as she approached me, showing the small dimples on each end of her lips. This girl is my best friend forever. She’s like my sister from another mother.

Driving the van is Edward, Honey’s older brother, and my number one fan. He always follows her sister in every local gig, hoping to see me.

"Hi, sis!" Honey greeted me as she walks closer. I immediately hugged and kissed her before frowning as I let her go.

“Where have you guys been? It took you a while to get here, I almost hailed a cab and go home by myself!” scolding both of them. “I’m so tired from my flight and you guys even made me wait,” I continued while helping Edward load my luggage to the van.

“Don’t ask, I’m pissed too,” Honey rolled her eyes at me. “Bambi went out on a date with one of his boys, that’s why we’re late!”

“Date? Where?” I asked Honey, creasing my forehead before turning to my pink friend, “Don’t tell me you did it in my condo?” pretending to be mad at Bambi.

I went inside the van as I can’t stand the heat anymore. I’ve been sweating all over and I’m already feeling uncomfortable.

“Byotch! Stop pretending to be holy! Don’t make me want to punch you!” he snapped at me as he enters the vehicle. However, he was quick to retract his statement and even gave me a peace sign as soon as he saw me raise an eyebrow at him.

“You’re disgusting! Now I know why you smell like hospital disinfectant!” I can’t help but laugh. “Shoo! You’re nasty, stay away from me!”

People listening to our conversation will think that we have no breeding. But this is us. This is how we interact with each other.

We don’t really care who can hear us and we can’t be bothered with their reactions. We don’t care if they’re disgusted.

In all honesty, I wasn’t like this before. Even Honey doesn’t talk like us even now. She maintains her prim and proper image, unlike me, unlike us.

Among all our friends, I was the only one who really changed. The reason behind that is something I never want to look back to.

Aside from that, I also believe in the saying, "It's better to be hated for who you are than to be liked for who you're not" or something among those lines. I now live by that.

But despite my friends being like this, I love them. They are my lifelines whenever I go astray.

Not in a life-ruining way, but they’re the lights at the end of my tunnel. Especially in times when I’m about to go crazy not knowing what to do with my life.