All Chapters of The Boyfriend App : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Okay,” he says, finally putting down the marker and turning to the audience like a teacher. “Who here knows how to fold a Suzanne?” “A what?” Kate asks. “Suzanne. It’s the perfect paper plane. It currently holds the world record for farthest distance flown. It holds the unbeaten record of 226 feet and 10 inches.” “Whoa,” the council members mumble. “Why does it have a girl’s name?” Francine asks. “That’s because John Collins, the guy who designed the paper plane, named it after his wife.” “Aww,” all the girls intone. “That’s sweet.” “All right,” Nate says. “I know how to fold and make a Suzanne. But one of you guys will have to throw it.” “I think Babylee should do it,” Kate says. “She’s got the strongest arm among us.” “I’m afraid it’s not just a matter of strength,” Nate says. “Brute force risks ripping the plane. The thrower must understand the technical aspects, the physics of flight. “Gosh…” Kate mutters nervously. “It’s okay,” Nate says. “We have time. Let’s review th

“You want me to do it, Kate?” Babylee offers. She shakes her head. She’s been doing warm-up exercises to loosen her body, especially windmill arm exercises. The Suzanne is safely resting in the center of the rooftop, atop Terra’s briefly-door-key spiral notebook. “No, I have to be the one to do it,” Kate replies as she continues psyching herself up, looking as though she was a pole-vaulter about to launch herself over the building’s edge. “You and Terra just keep a lookout for the movement of security guards below.” Kate’s now standing on the south edge of the building. The heavily guarded and screened building exit is actually on the southwest corner of the first floor. Terra is discreetly peering down there now, scanning it for patrolling guards, while Babylee is crouched closer to where Kate is, keeping watch for both patrolling guards and the rare passing vehicle on Campus Drive. At first, Kate worried about Terra because the last time he was here he was stripped down to hi

Striding down the corridor, Francine can’t stop glancing at her smartphone screen. The last email from Susan Landicho, the assistant at the Julius Tenorio Fashion Photography studio, sounded like an ultimatum: | Susan Landicho 7:10 AM to me ˅ | We’re on a tight schedule with the boudoir shoot so we’ll need you to come to our studio in Las Piñas ASAP. Are you up for it or should we find another model? | Right after midterms, Susan kept emailing her and telling her to “stop wasting time” and to not “miss this golden opportunity” because she was lucky such a great and well-connected photographer like Julius was taking the time to consider her at all, who had zero professional experience and only amateur photos in her comp card. Susan calmed down when Francine finally sent a couple photos of her in lingerie (which she only captured with her smartphone and took her a whole lot of outtakes). Last night though, it sounded like the boudoir shoot had been moved forward again and, this

{For the past 28 days, Francine has been communicating with a man named Jayrus Trocio a.k.a. Julius Tenorio a.k.a. Susan Landicho. Jayrus Trocio is a 34-year-old psychotherapist who also dabbles in photography. But through my Internet sleuthing, I’ve discovered that Jayrus Trocio is in fact the notorious “Boogeyman” that is wanted by the police. He’s an elusive kidnapper and sex-trafficker.} Nate sees flashes of Francine’s Gnnail inbox, some pictures in her phone’s gallery that are rather risqué, socmed photos of the man called Jayrus Trocio, and a little tabloid coverage about the mysterious “Boogeyman”. {The Boogeyman’s modus operandi is to set up a fake photo-shoot and put Rohypnol a.k.a. roofies in a drink that he then offers the victim. Once inside his blacked-out van, the victim is never seen again. The Boogeyman gets the young girls addicted to drugs and turns them into prostitutes, forcing them to star in webcam striptease performances.} {Based on my calculations of

Physics I teacher Mr. Mercado once mentioned to Everesters how an old Superman movie popularized a misconception of the formula for time dilation (per Einstein’s Special Relativity). To be precise, the reigning fan theory and superhero movie logic is “move faster than light to go back in time”. Kate has no doubt that superheroes employ a great deal of oversimplified science. But what the naysayers might be overlooking is the fact that the whole notion of time travel, of changing the past, fills an emotional rather than a logical need. From this perspective, a 250cc Kawasaki Ninja could indeed reach superluminal speed, and time travel would fit in the equation too because the past, the present and the future are all mere illusions after all. Memory is a byproduct of thought; nothing tangible. Instead of a mathematical impossibility, time travel is a stab at redemption by the illogical human heart. Because of the adrenalin pumping in her veins, the memory-laden street falls into slo