A Very Unlucky Night II

Giselle appreciated the silence as they walked side by side. She liked admiring the night view of the place she resided with so much color from the lights decorated on the tree branches. It is unlike most of the roads in this city with street lamps that are barely working.

The dimly lit roads make it dangerous for civilians walking back home or even vehicles meeting unfortunate accidents. She believes that this is a problem in the Philippines, and it should seek attention and action no matter how minor it is.

Safety should be a priority.

But even though she is fortunate enough to live in a heavily guarded community, Giselle knows that she must not take her chances lightly. She would always walk Yvonne to her bus stop after spending time in the cafe together for her safety. 

Giselle cares that much for her dear friend despite her unending chattery.

"Can I sleep over at your place tonight? I do not want to go home to the clutter I created in my room. It's monstrous; it will eat me!"

"And you'll make a clutter of my place?" Giselle asked her with a forced smile, to which Yvonne returned an even kinder smile with hope in her eyes. She should know that Giselle is immune to that kind of look when it's dark.

"My answer is no. I will be studying the whole night given that you didn't allow me to do so in the cafe."

Yvonne's face twisted into a slight disappointment but more of disgust, "ew, you're planning to lose a wonderful sleep to study? Are you even human? You're overworking yourself, and it's not healthy!"

"I think I won't be the only person losing sleep tonight. You'll need to clean up before your mother arrives home from her trip; that's tomorrow. Good luck," Giselle laughed away while Yvonne's frown could reach the ground.

The bus Yvonne takes arrives sooner than expected. Giselle could not help but feel delighted that they wouldn't need to do their usual game called waiting. The bus will take Yvonne to another community she lives in, a subdivision that is much nearer to our alma mater.

"Well, see you later, loser!" Yvonne sticks her tongue out at Giselle before getting lost inside the overly crowded bus.

About half of the people inside are students wearing the familiar uniform from the school nearby, and some wear IDs that anyone could recognize from one of the call center agencies in her community. 

At this time, buses hold a crowd of people heading back home. Lucky for Yvonne, she's petite and tall, making it easy for her to squish herself through the horde.

Giselle waited until the bus left and saw the last of her face squished by the pole near the second door of the bus. She waits for the bus to make a turn before she leaves the bus stop to head home.

It was a beautiful night and despite wanting to stay outside longer and feel the fresh cold air of the night, the group of college boys that loitered beside the closed shops propelled her to keep walking.

Only two blocks away from the bus stop, she reaches the glass entrance of the Oceanview Condominium. The lobby's chandeliers brightened the entire place, which is why some students like to study in the sitting area at this time.

For some reason, it is allowed. 

However, it surprises Giselle that the students around have tripled in number tonight. She catches the stressed faces of the guards that stood by the entrance scolding the misbehaving students.

But as usual, she kept walking, deciding to mind her own business. She tightened her grip on her take-out that would be her only salvation while she studied the whole night; caramel coffee and a piece of tiramisu crepe cake that she could remember drooling for as soon as it was out of the kitchen.

Giselle only wanted to get past the terrible crowd of people in the lobby. However, as she was halfway through the grand hall, there seemed to be an abrupt commotion.

Since she's the kind of person who always chooses to mind her own business, she didn't dare face the threatening disorder building up behind her. The noise had only brought her legs to move faster to reach the elevator that seemed to be so far away.

However, bad luck must have been following her around all day when she feels an unexpected push from behind. It was forceful and vigorous enough to have her stumbling forward until she touches the ground in a heavenly praise position.

Her take-out coffee spilled and the tiramisu cake was ruined all over the glistening tiled ground. That's all her happiness gone to waste.

Despite feeling frustrated and embarrassed that everyone's shocked expressions were all on her, she still chooses to push herself up. She wipes her jeans while staring at her take-outs heartbreakingly.

She's still willing to put aside her anger and forgive the person that had accidentally pushed her to the ground. She believes that some things happen by accident and therefore it can be forgivable. 

But instead of receiving the help that she had expected, she notices the figure passing by Giselle and has the nerve to bump into her right shoulder. Such arrogance forces her to stumble forward again.

Giselle's eyes widen in disbelief. The terrible person stopped for a second before saying something that made her blood run cold. Her fist clenched into a tight ball, and no matter how hard she tried to suppress her anger, she could not just let this go.

She knew that she had the looks that could kill, and like a raging bull, Giselle allowed her anger to take over. With a couple of heavy stomps forward, she spread both the palm of her hands and pushed the back of the man who was starting to walk away with every strength she had. 

Realizing that this man had a towering height and a buff physique, her attempt barely did any damage to him. However, it caught him by surprise that he halted almost instantly.

Giselle observed as his dark brows drew together and his lips turned into a harsh sneer, and within seconds, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a bunch of curses and attacks toward me.

The way he's acting left Giselle in a state of utter confusion and awe. The man eyed her dangerously, and he breathed like a raging bull. The man is making it seem like Giselle's the one held accountable for what's happening.

He dares act as if he's the victim here. What an egotistical jerk!

"Do you have a death wish?" he spoke in a low menacing tone, making Giselle's blood run cold.

Despite how intimidated she felt and with the pressure building up because they were the center of attraction, she made sure to keep a formidable presence.

Giselle placed both her hands on her hips, blew the strand of hair away from her face, and looked at him coldly, "Gago ka ba? Can't you see what you did to me? And you can't even apologize."

"My goodness, you're the type of person who thinks so highly of themselves and treats others like trash. Guess what jerk, you're not getting past me until you drop that ego of yours and apologize. Have some conscience!" 

"That's enough, there is no need for this. Apologize to the girl, do not cause a greater scene," another man who looked much older approached the arrogant man and loudly whispered while gripping his shoulder.

"Why would I apologize to this girl who's being a difficult bitch. She's wasting my time by putting up a show. She's just like every other girl trying to get my attention."

Giselle's eyes widened at his nonsensical utterance and his name-calling. Her blood starts boiling to the max that it might start coming out of her nose. Another word from this jerk, and she wouldn't have any control over what she could do next.

Challenging him, she went even closer and glared with so much hatred, "Wow, a scumbag like you calling me a bitch? And you're hilarious for saying that I'm trying to get your attention? Dream on!"

Giselle pointed her finger at him, "You might think that you're the mightiest person right now because everyone adores you, but your attitude is complete crap. You do not deserve to be esteemed- you deserve to go to therapy and get that attitude fixed." 

The raging man scoffed, "Don't you fucking point your finger at me," he grumbled, slapping her finger away.

That was the last straw. Giselle could not help but be taken aback by this, and in turn, used her other hand to do something she knew that she'd regret. But there was no turning back when she decided to slap the man.