Location: Celestial Heaven
Point of View: Myron Loyola
"On our way to the Celestial Heaven's BIGGEST DOME!" I was excited.
"What? Biggest d***?" Em made his 'corny' pun.
"Shut up, Emmanuel! It's none of your f***ing business!" I defended.
"Guys." Azalev interrupted.
And there was silence... in heaven.
"Let's move." the demigod of light pursued.
In the biggest dome, there lived Azalev's family, including him.
"Where are Vex and Val?" Em asked.
"I made them assist me during Vexeazel's clash." Azalev himself stated.
"Be warned. Voices." I said, and again there was silence except the voices around the dome.
"What do you mean 'voices'?" Irecka finally asked me.
I went to her and whispered her right ear.
"Voices of the angels like you."
"Huh? Why 'like me'?"
"I must confess, you're like my guardian angel."
Silence in heaven broke when I started to sing, while starting to kneel in front of Irecka.
"When I see you smile, tears run down my face..."
"Enough overacting, please. I know what you're thinking about." Irecka denied while I still continued.
In tune of this, it was Bea who intentionally sang the same song, this time to the blonde Class A leader.
"I will never let you fall..."
"What the f*** are you doing in front of me?" Emmanuel cussed. Still Beatrice continued to sing.
"I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven..."
"Oh Bea come on..."
"It's OK, it's OK, it's OK..."
"What the?"
S.L. finally interrupted him.
"Emmanuel, what just happened to Bea?"
"I don't know, but OK she sang in front of me."
"Wait... THIS SONG'S FAMILIAR!"
"The f***?"
"Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus? Are you familiar of that?"
"No."
"I must analyze... Myron in front of our new classmate Irecka; next, Beatrice in front of you; and who will be the next?"
"Explicitly Bianca will."
"WHAT?"
"Your analysis is nothing, fool. I heard Bianca Costanza's voice. Famous, isn't it?"
"I don't understand your bulls***, Em!"
"Why can't you f***ing listen?"
S.L. and Em both gazed Bianca and Ralph hanging out far away from them. The same song was heard by the two rumored delinquents.
"Agreed this time, genius?" S.L. asked.
"F***. I ain't a genius!" Em denied.
"Third pair spotted!" S.L. said, but it was the blonde leader who spanked him right on his face.
"Could this mean... couples?" Jason interrupted.
"Hmmmmm... even one of us Diablo addicts... IS SINGING THE RJA SONG?" Paul asked.
"Pong, there's something you should know about us four who played D3: only Ralph has a love life." Jason replied to Paul.
"Oh men Lab... who's that lucky girl he chitchatted with?" Paul asked to Jason regarding the same topic.
"If I say 'Ms. Make-Up Brush Stroker', what will be your response?"
"I guess she IS the one our Diablo III crusader player hanged out with."
"Ms. Make-Up Brush Stroker... haven't known that pun..." Ray interrupted.
"I've seen her grabbing her make-up set, obtaining her brush, and fondling the still-sleeping 'Class Bae'." Paul told him.
"Class Bae? The crusader in our Diablo group?"
"Sort of, wiz."
"How come you call Ralph a 'class bae'? Are you a f***ing gay, Paul?" Jason made fun of Paul.
"Shut up, b****! Bianca Costanza told me about that!"
"So is Bianca the 'brush stroker'?"
"So it is said, Kenskud." Paul replied to Jason.
"Class Bae, Class Bae, motherf***ing Class Bae... who the hell is he?" I interrupted.
"Clue, fgt? Diablo III." Paul replied.
"F***! Just because I haven't played Diablo doesn't mean the clue is Diablo!"
"Get a life, motherf***er. Maybe you're out of place about our group."
"Ah, so you mean... Ray, Paul, Jason; YOU'RE ALL PLAYING DIABLO III?"
"Even Ralph did just because of us."
"What about Dota 2?"
"We all did!"
"What about World of WarCraft? Or a WarCraft III: The Frozen Throne?"
"I don't know, but we haven't played WoW."
"What about League of Legends?"
"NEVER, B****!"
"What about Devil May Cry, Diablo II, or Dark Souls II?"
"Only Diablo II. Maybe Ray played DMC. Also, Ralph liked to play Dark Souls II, but Steam in the Midgard cafe doesn't have DS2, and even Grim Dawn because I liked to play GD."
"What about Adventure Quest Worlds?"
"Only Ralph played it, he said."
"Dragon Nest?"
"Still Ralph playing that game."
A holy voice interrupted us, turning to be Azalev.
"For now, I'll let you go back to IASPA. Safer than in Midgard. Follow me to my portal."
All of us students rushed to the portal, thus teleporting us to the dormitory. Still, my debate to Paul continued. It was almost noon.
A chessboard was found by Bianca inside the dormitory.
"So you like to play chess?" a voice was heard.
"Ya. Wanna play with me?" she agreed.
"Sure thing."
"Consider mobile games, Paul. Who among you Diablo addicts played Color Switch?" Myron asked.
"None." Paul replied.
"Who played Don't Tap the White Tile?"
"All of us did, even Piano Tiles 2."
"Battle Gems?"
"None, except Ralph. Addicted to it since AQ."
"Hill Climb Racing?"
"We all did."
"Clash of Clans?"
"We also did, but we won't tell you our own clan in such game. Why? You wanna join us?"
"No. I have my own."
"Heh."
"What 'bout 2Fuse?"
"Ralph and I both played it."
"What 'bout Benji Bananas, Temple Run, Zombie Tsunami and even Angry Birds?"
"Angry Birds? We all played. Temple Run? We also played, even Zombie Tsunami. In our group, only Ralph didn't play Benji Bananas while he was stuck to playing Minion Rush, and even Candy Crush Saga which was 3 years ago."
My conversation with Paul was interrupted by Ray.
"And Myron, what if we Diablo Alps and you will write ALL of the games played, both PC and mobile?"
"Diablo Alps? What the f*** are those?"
"I do not speak of mountain ranges, fgt. In our group, Alps had two meanings: ADDICTS who LOVE PLAYING games SOMETIMES; combined with our surname initials in alphabetical order which were Albuera, Labra, Pongasi and me, Smith."
"If I will play Diablo like you four, I'm sure your group will have ALLPS on it."
"Right now, I'll deny your request, Myron. We still do not know if you had played Diablo but decided to join us."
And Paul said:
"Continue your leader business, Myron Dale. If done then go ahead to the one you love: Irecka G..."
"Shut the f*** up, real fgt! And by the way, I also want you Diablo fgts to get a Diablo-esque or a Diablo-ish life. You know what I'm doing right now, so I must assume that I know what you fgts are f***ing doing! Right now, your Diablo wants to f*** you three right in your a**es..."
Paul suddenly spanked me right on my face, and I tried to take revenge by chasing him. Even Ray ran away from the dorm to chase me, same with Jason.
As Ralph witnessed our conflict, he attempted to chase Jason but was denied.
"Jason, what just happened?"
"Ralph, this is none of your business right now. Stay inside with that girl wanting to play chess with you!"
Location: IASPA
Point of View: Em Syncoice
Khazam, Bou, D.M. and I all strolled to the Class A room. It was lunch break, and our Class A mates rushed out to the canteen's cafeteria.
"Four Trenders?" I was wondering the four girls remaining inside the room.
The girls stood up and approached us. D.M. stared closely at the short, slim one with two ponytails at her sides, turning out to be Lou-anne Mae Biclemets.
Lou also stared at D.M. as if the Trenders tried to recall the first time we all met.
Flashback (Khazam's POV):
"KHAZAM: Well, who's that cute, short girl at your back?"
"?: It's Lou-anne Biclemets. She really likes your friend that is silent."
"KHAZAM: You mean D.M.?"
"?: Maybe."
"The Prodigy..." a nerdy Trender with spectacles wondered.
"Second time ahead, you four?" Bou asked.
"Chubby Prodigy, come here!" another Trender, who was chubby like Bou, encouraged.
It was Khazam, Lou-anne, D.M. and the nerdy Trender who remained standing still. Their leader, the one with a rap cap like me, just ignored me. In return, I also ignored her.
"Hi, cutie D.M.!" Lou greeted the silent Prodigy with a pabebe wave.
"I am warning you, Lou-anne." Khazam said.
"But why? D.M. is so cute! The cutest among you four! How come you warn me, Khazam?"
"He can't speak. This is his limitation over you. Much better if you and D.M. will be pen-pals or you'll do sign language like both of us."
"I don't need pen-pals! Khazam... can you teach me sign language?"
D.M., witnessing the convo, covered his mouth and chuckled while sitting.
"Sure thing. You can also do researches about it." Khazam replied.
"If only D.M. can speak, I can hear his innocent, gentle voice." Lou-anne wished.
"I also made an effort to make him speak, but he was shy. Only his sincere parents can do so. We must not force him to. His parents made him as intelligent as me, and as artistic as you. He never made bad gestures."
"So does me."
The nerdy Trender with spectacles, turning out to be Castina Marie Kaggami, interrupted their convo.
"Emmanuel and Ashley both ignored each other."
"Bea. It's Emmanuel's girlfriend and not Ashley. You Trenders kept insisting him to let Ashley take Beatrice's intention to be intimate with him."
"I don't understand, Khazam, but..."
Flashback (Castina's POV):
"CASTINA: Em! One of our friends also has a crush on you!"
"EMMANUEL: And who the f*** is that?"
"CASTINA: Ashley!"
"EMMANUEL: That Ash brat, I first met both of you in the canteen, then-"
"CASTINA: Em, I'm f***ing serious! Ashley had a crush on you, so just accept my information I told you just now!"
"... Ashley... becomes jealous of Beatrice!"
"It's either Em will choose between Ash and Bea, or let Ash move on and just treat Em as a normal classmate. You Trenders must decide."
"Oh my god..."
Castina left the table where D.M. and Lou stayed face-to-face. Khazam went to me in the hallway. Lou and D.M. exchanged sentences while writing on a piece of paper.
"Emmanuel..." Khazam called me but I insisted.
"Leave me alone this time, genius! I'm not in the f***ing mood!"
"As you say, blonde."
Written Conversation:
"LOU: Still remember me, cute Prodigy? Among you four, you're the only one I've missed."
"D.M.: Why must I forget about you, cute Trender? I also missed you four hipsters."
"LOU: By the way, why can't you talk? You know, I'm just curious."
"D.M.: There's a disorder that made me unable to talk. Also, I can only hear faint sounds."
"LOU: If you were like me - can talk, can listen to them - I can hear just a soft, gentle voice from you."
"D.M.: Why would I? (laughs) I'm too shy to speak in public... I might be bullied by other Class A mates for that. Only the Prodigy can trust me so far. If the Trenders can also do that, I would love to read your sentiments."
"LOU: We Trenders can be as friendly as your fellow Prodigies. You know, we can hang out with your friends. And wait... we both have sketches!"
"D.M.: Oh that was unexpected. You can also draw just like me. I can be musically inclined like Khazam, despite my hearing and speech loss."
"LOU: So does me. But to me you are more brilliant than him."
"D.M.: Why do you just say that?"
"LOU: Khazam, in my opinion, puts effort to comply our projects to submit before the deadline. You took it slow, relied on us, and even helped us comply our projects to submit on or before the deadline effortlessly. You are such an open-minded person. In spite of your limitations, I'm sure you can still meet friends like us Trenders, your fellow Prodigies, and more. All looked up to you. Even if Khazam is still the unbeatable first-honor genius, I will surely believe that only you can surpass him. No Class A member dared to bully you for that, I swear."
"D.M.: If that is your case, I even did what's good for the Class A. What I aim is not my grades or talent, but fun and friendship goals, even love in IASPA. I don't like being hated or despised like anyone else."
"LOU: Same here. Class A will be your temporary heaven for now, I promise."
"D.M.: But I have one thing to admit to you..."
"LOU: And what is it, cute Prodigy?"
"D.M.: I have to admit... that I have... a crush on you..."
"LOU: You know what; I also felt the same thing you just wrote on me. Since we Trenders met in the canteen with the Prodigies and Vocals, I secretly admired you. No joke."
"D.M.: Anything else to tell me more?"
"LOU: None so far. By the way, can you write to me your Facebook name? I would like to chat you if you're online."
"D.M.: Dean Michael Sloledge..."
"LOU: Thanks. By the way can I call you a 'cute Prodigy' other than D.M. or any name you bore?"
"D.M.: Sure you can, but in return, can I call you just a 'cute Trender' other than... your name please?"
"LOU: Lou-anne Mae Biclemets. They frequently called me as 'Lou' or 'Lou-anne'."
"D.M.: I see..."
By the time I went to the Class A room, a written conversation was read by both Prodigies and Trenders except Lou and D.M.
"They finished each other's sentences..." Castina analyzed.
"Lou-anne was right... I did it ahead before you guys..." Khazam said.
"And look! Even Lou and D.M. confessed each other!" the chubby Trender, turned to be Myca Faye Caragupta, was excited.
"I even did it to Beatrice!" I said.
Suddenly, a door was opened, signaling Bianca's arrival. Ashley, knowing of her presence, tried to grab her attention.
"Bianca Glydelle!"
"Oh... hi guys..." it was Bianca who responded. "What made you... gather in one table?"
"Actually, a written convo. Try reading it. It's SO DAMN AMOROUS!"
"Ashley... I already have the one I really love, but I won't tell you."
I interrupted their conversation.
"Bianca, don't even conceal your infatuation! I already know who the guy is."
And the students were shocked in response, making random noises.
"Who's the lucky guy?" the first student wondered.
"A classmate or a schoolmate?" the second student was curious.
"Is he in Class A or in another class?" the third student was even astonished.
"Bianca is so lucky... but I can't be..." the fourth student was somewhat jealous.
"SILENCE, B****ES!" I screamed, and there was silence.
"Let me explain..." it was Bianca who uttered.
"Why can't you just speak to us straight to the point?" I encouraged.
"Those who are interested to know who he is... go to Class B. Look for the Class B associate leader. As Emmanuel said, Myron Dale Loyola is the Class B overall leader; but I encourage you to find his right-hand, which is, I repeat, the Class B associate leader." she suggested.
"Let me identify the head, the left-hand, and the right-hand of Class B. Myron Loyola is the head, Ray Smith is the left-hand. So Bianca's aim is the Class B's right-hand, which is R..." I added, but she interjected me.
"Emmanuel... I don't need your spoilers."
"Em just mentioned an R..." a student reacted.
"I know right. So we'll look for him, the right-hand associate leader." she replied.
"Guys, will you agree Bianca's decision?" I asked them, and all yelled in agreement.
"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" all others yelled.
"Now, FOLLOW ME!" Bianca finalized.
"BRING IT ON, THEN!" I yelled in response, initiating the search.
"HAIL BIANCA! HAIL BIANCA! HAIL BIANCA!" the other students chanted repeatedly while moving out of the room.
"THE CONFESSION... HAS... BEGUN!" I ran out and yelled again, signaling the beginning of student confession after Lou and D.M. expressed their sentiments. While I yelled, I showed them the written convo.
All Class A students including me ran randomly in search of the Class B right-hand associate leader, as the next chapter will unfold this rumored tragedy.