"I'm about to go to bed," Angel said, walking toward her bed and slipping under the covers.
"Good. You better go to sleep immediately after this call," Dave's voice came through the phone, clear and stern.
Angel rolled her eyes. "When are you guys going to get a girlfriend and leave me the hell alone?" she muttered.
Her brothers were always hovering, always in her business. Overprotective was putting it lightly. But she couldn't really blame them—not after everything they'd been through. It had always been the three of them against the world. That kind of bond didn't fade easily.
"Why would we need a girlfriend when we've got you?" Alvin chimed in with a teasing laugh.
Angel groaned softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth despite herself. "Alright, it's getting late. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye—love you," she said quickly, and hung up before they could keep the conversation going.
She tossed her phone onto the nightstand and collapsed into the mattress with a sigh, the soft hum of the ceiling fan the only sound in the room.
A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open.
Lisa walked out, towel-drying her hair as she crossed the room. Without saying a word, she climbed into bed and sat back, folding the covers neatly over her legs.
Angel lay there for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then suddenly, she clenched her fist and blurted out under her breath:
"I hate that guy."
Lisa turned to her, immediately alert. "Diego, right?"
Angel blinked, surprised. "Wait—how do you know him?"
Lisa gave a dry chuckle. "You're not the only one who's had a run-in. Remember my first year, when you took that break from school? That's when he transferred to our university. Wealthy. Rude. Arrogant as hell. He showed up like he owned the place, and somehow, everyone let him."
Angel raised a brow. "Seriously?"
Lisa nodded. "You should've seen it. Girls were literally obsessed. And for a short minute, I got swept up in it too. Until I saw who he really was."
Angel shifted to face her, now fully awake. "What happened?"
"There was this girl," Lisa said. "She confessed her feelings to him. In front of everyone. And he laughed. Actually laughed. He humiliated her right there, like it was entertainment."
Angel's face darkened.
"And then," Lisa added, voice tightening, "this other girl accidentally stepped on his shoe—his expensive shoe, mind you—and he forced her to clean it. With her hair. Then made her pay for it, claiming she scratched the leather."
Angel stared at her. "You're joking."
"I wish I was. She had to take a loan to pay for the damage and She's still paying back, poor thing "Lisa said sadly
Angel was quiet for a bit ,taking it all in. Then she narrowed her eyes, voice low. "So... are you telling me all this to scare me off?"
Lisa raised both brows, caught off guard. "What? No. I just think you deserve to know what kind of person you might be up against. That's all."
Angel exhaled slowly, her expression hard to read. "Thanks. I mean it."
Lisa smiled gently. "Anytime."
For a while, the room was silent again. The tension slowly faded into something softer, safer.
Then Lisa grabbed the remote and nudged Angel's arm. "Can we please start the K-drama now? If I fall asleep before episode one, I'm blaming you."
Angel laughed, grateful for the change in mood. "Play it," she said, sinking into her pillows.
The screen lit up, casting a soft glow across the room as the two girls curled into their beds. For now, at least, the drama was someone else's problem.