You're Making Me Crazy, Professor [COMPLETED]

We were just sitting around, the night air cool but heavy with the scent of salt and faint laughter. Ms. Martinez, Kinsley, and Cecilia were already visibly drunk — their voices louder than before, and their movements more careless. They were slouched back on the chairs, grinning like kids who had just discovered a secret, their faces flushed with tipsiness.

“AlaM moBa Ms. MartiNez! LaGing umiiYak yUng mGa estudYante dAhil kAy Ms. GoMez at Ms. SanchEz!” Cecilia blurted out, her speech slurred but animated as she pointed toward Ate and Ms. Sanchez. Her words were loud enough to carry across the group.

"Oo nGa! Bad siLa, kaHit hIndi ako estudyAnte laGi aKo pinApaiyak ni Ms. GoMez!" sagot nito.

Ate arched one eyebrow and fixed them with a pointed look. “Have you lost it already?” she said dryly, clearly unimpressed.

“DiBa, kitA mo 'Yan?! GaNyan 'yAn siyA,” Miss Martinez replied defensively, her words tumbling out faster than her brain could catch up.

Kinsley giggled again, swaying slightly in her seat. “BUti nalaNg mabAit bebe Ko!” she added, patting her chest as if declaring a heartfelt truth.

“BAkit siNo ba 'yAng bEbe Mo hA!” Miss Martinez teased, her grin wide and unapologetic.

“SeKret bAka sumbOng Mo,” Kinsley said with a conspiratorial wink, leaning closer as if sharing the juiciest gossip ever.

“KiLala kO yAn! Si aNO...” Miss Martinez tried to start a name, but was cut off.

“SiNo?!?” Kinsley asked, curious despite her drunkenness.

"WaHhhH, caRdo dAlisay!" pang-aasar pa ni Ms. Martinez.

I couldn’t help but whisper to myself, “Tuluyan na ngang sila nabaliw,” watching their antics with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.

Wala pala rito si Eliana at Ms. Flores dahil mag c-cr daw muna si Eliana at si Ms. Flores ay maglilibot daw muna. Pero halos kalahating oras na ay hindi pa rin sila nakakabalik.

“Hey, I heard that you auditioned for the singing club,” Ate said softly beside me, breaking my train of thought.

“Yeah, Ate,” I answered quietly.

“You hate singing.”

“But for her, I would,” I added, the words tasting bittersweet on my tongue.

Ate didn’t reply, just sighed deeply and looked away.

Suddenly, a loud shout broke the quiet: “YuNg tsiNelas kO!” Kinsley’s voice was panicked and high-pitched. I turned sharply to see her nowhere beside me but sprinting toward the water’s edge.

“MaMa!” she cried out, collapsing onto the soft sand with a dramatic flop.

“YuNg Tsinelas nIya tInangaY! BWHAHAHAHAHA,” Ms. Martinez was practically rolling with laughter, clutching her stomach as if she might topple over.

I stood up quickly, brushing sand off my pants as I walked over to Kinsley. “Stand up, it’s dirty,” I scolded gently.

“YuNg tsiNelas Ko!” she wailed again, pointing helplessly at the glistening slippers floating just out of reach in the shallow waves.

I sighed. “Gosh, tinangay na ‘yon. Languyin mo kung gusto mo,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“TaNga-TanGa kAsi!” Miss Martinez added, laughing as she shook her head.

"Let's go home, I'll buy you all the slippers."

"ReAlly? YeHey! OcaKes," sabi nito at tumayo na.

We were walking back to our spot, the night already wearing on everyone. Ms. Martinez, Kinsley, and Cecilia were clearly drunk, laughing loudly and slurring their words. The rest of us were just trying to keep it together. Finally, someone suggested it was time to go home.