All Chapters of The Boyfriend App : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Beta tapes play washed-out, fuzzy videos that have a lot of horizontal glitches flitting on the top or bottom of the screen or jumping up or down across it. Kate doesn’t mind because beggars can’t be choosers. In fact, if the other campers could see her in her new solitary prison, they’d die of envy. The only thing missing is a bag of nachos. The movies themselves are veritable classics, especially The Bride of Frankenstein which is in black and white. Most of them are horror movies, as in written by Stephen King or directed by him. Kate would’ve watched them any day with the Bali Girls but, being alone and in an unsavory cellar, she chickens out on Poltergeist. The ones that make the deepest impact on her are the sci-fi Terminator series (both directed by James Cameron!). One time Ms. Perfect drops in for a surprise check (she took off her stilettos and pantyhose and tiptoed barefoot), Kate has just turned off the Betamax and she’s fresh from crying because of Model 101’s heroic

Every month, Colonel Anders hosts a paintball game supported by Woodland Vista’s corporate team-building packages. Last month, there were more students so there was a total of four competing teams. This time, there are only two, but not boys vs. girls because, as mentioned earlier, the boys far outnumber the girls at camp. Because of her good performance, Kate has in fact been considered to become leader of Team Yellow, but because of the incident with Ms. Perfect, the honor went to Yssy. Kate couldn’t have been more pleased because being leader would’ve set too many eyes on her and she wouldn’t be able to execute her escape plan. Besides, it’s not really her dream to be a leader in a fascist para-military exercise. The leader of the other team, Team Red, where Nathan belongs, is a beefy, slightly charismatic guy named Regie (short for Reginald), who hates Nathan’s guts. OK, maybe he doesn’t really hate Nathan’s guts; he just looks like he does with his extra-pointy faux hawk hairst

Nathan’s plan is working flawlessly. They get to the main castle and then Door No. 4 without a hitch – nobody shoots at them or anything. The door leads them to an empty room with pink walls. There are table, chairs and a full-length mirror that gives Kate a start in the dim. “It’s some kind of dressing room,” Kate whispers in awe. Her soft voice making an echo in the vast shadowy spaces. “Well then, it’s perfect for the cosmetic work we’re about to apply to each other,” Nathan replies and raises his paintball gun. “Wanna go first?” “Will it hurt?” Nathan blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind: “Love stings like Cupid’s arrow, senhorrita. But if you can endure the pain, you will enjoy… le pleasure.” He pronounces the last word as "plaisir". Giggling, Kate walks backwards as far away as possible from him but staying in the light of the moon streaming through a high window. She stands a few meters across and tenses up. “I think that’s a load of bull, senhorrito,” Kate

After several minutes, Kate sees the headlamps of the SUV on the highway like lights at the end of a tunnel. As she gets closer, the door slides opens and Lor and Grace jump out. Their eyes are popping because of the fatigues Kate’s wearing and how worn-out and grimy she looks. Kate runs the last remaining gap and hugs them tight. Francine joins the group hug while Terra and JM both watch shyly. They don’t understand why she’s crying non-stop but that’s OK. {Everything will be,} Kate thinks to herself. {Starting now.} Soon, Francine is driving and next to her is Grace. In the second row are Kate and Lor while the boys are in the back. There are so many things to talk about and yet, at the same time, Kate feels that they can all wait and she’ll just fill in her friends little by little in good time. The Bali Girls immediately adopt her rhythm and stops the interview after the customary Happy Birthday’s and Are you OK’s answered only by mute smiles and long, thirsty hugs. The boys tho

The Bali Girls and Boys enter a small alley towards the looban (interior), which is like a ghetto courtyard surrounded by houses. In the Philippines, the market for high-rise apartments hasn’t boomed and most families are crammed in a bungalow or one half of a duplex. The walls of the alley, just like those of the interior, are covered in graffiti and smell of either cat piss or garbage, despite the countless "Don’t Dump Your Garbage Here You A**hole" signs. Surprisingly enough though, there’s none of those odors tonight and the graffiti appear to have been covered with a fresh coat of paint. {Huh! Imagine that,} Kate thinks to herself. {A lot can change in a couple of months. Who says Filipinos don’t have discip—} Kate freezes in her tracks. For some unfathomable reason, there are many tall potted plants at the mouth of the courtyard; so many that it feels slightly like a jungle. Beyond this thicket of bamboo and ficus, the interior appears to be glowing as bright as a fair. And on