"What's wrong with me, Myne? Whenever my delusional disorder is triggered, I became a totally different person. I waste money on unnecessary things, tell lies to people, seduce men. I even created a youtube channel."

I hugged the pillow beside me after complaining. I am in my condominium with Myne, a BS Pysch student and my cousin who's a year younger than me.

"And today, you went to an interview for the volleyball team manager and you said your willing to sacrifice your study time for the team? You're a med student for Pete's sake," she gave me a cup of coffee and sat beside me.

"I don't know. I really don't know, Myne. What should I do? Should I tell them that I was drunk or I was just joking?"

"Do you like volleyball?"

"I don't even know a single thing about volleyball," I answered.

"You have a crush on one of the members of the volleyball team?"

"Crush? What are you saying? You know I don't have time for that." She sighed after hearing my answer.

"What you did actually mirrored your most real inner wishes. If you're not interested in volleyball or you don't have a crush on one of the members of the volleyball team, there's only one possible reason left," she took a sip on her coffee before continuing.

"Maybe you're stressed dahil sa sobrang dami ng school works. You're a med student, after all. Just like what you said to me last time, you need some free time. Perhaps that's the reason why you're delusional disorder was triggered and made you think that you really have a lot of free time."

"But 24 hours a day isn't enough for me to finish my school works. And there's also the vlpgs that I need to edit. There's no way I'm adding the volleyball team of the university to my problems," I complained to Myne.

We ended up sighing. It's always like this. We always solve the problems I created everytime my delusional disorder shows up. That's why I'm really thankful to my cousin. I wonder what woud have happened to me without her by my side.

"I have an idea!"

I looked to Myne, expecting some marvelous idea since she suddenly shouted. It seems like she has a plan.

"Just join the team for now and do something later to get fired."

"What? I told you I have no knowledge about volleyball. How could I join the team--"

"You have me, remember? I'll do the researching and you do the learning. I know it's not that easy but at least we've found a solution. I need to go now, Hope. See you tomorrow, love you!" She cut me off.

I almost fainted when she left my unit so I ran quickly to my room to sleep since I also need enough rest for tomorrow. I stared at the ceiling of my room until I fell asleep.

What will happen to me now?

I woke up early but I feel like the remaining hours of the day isn't enough. I washed my face before making my own breakfast, a french toast and a cup of coffee to keep my mind awake. I just took a bite since I need to go to the university this early to meet Myne and also to review my lessons. I'll just eat again later if I have some free time, but I guess I won't have any free time.

After brushing my teeth, I took a shower, did my morning skincare and sat in front of my makeup table. When I faced the mirror, my attention went to my right cheek. I smiled a little when I saw my scar. It's been years since I got this from a classmate on elementary but I can still remember what happened on that day clearly.

"Stop it, please!"

He screamed when the bullies were about to hit me before running towards us with a cutter. He pointed the cutter to the bullies, protecting me and swayed the cutter to prevent them from getting near to us.

The next thing I knew, there's a blood running from my right cheek. The bullies ran away and he--

"Hope," I came back to reality when Myne called my name.

"Are you okay?"

"I thougt we're meeting at the university," I said and start putting primer over the scar to conceal uneven texture.

After that, I pat some green-tinted color corrector with my finger. My scar is red so I always use green corrector since green and red are opposite on the color wheel. I applied the concealer next to smooth the texture and then used a fluffy brush to gently tap the translucent powder.

I smiled when I finished concealing my scar. This is my everyday makeup routine that's why I always wake up as early as possible. No one actually knew about me having a scar except for my family and Myne.

"We have an unscheduled group study later so I dropped by to give this to you."

She placed a folder on my study table. Probably, the informations that I need to learn as the volleyball team manager.

"I also included the team players' information. You'll need those," she explained.

"I'm not planning to stay on the team, remember?" She rolled her eyes on what I said.

"Alright, whatever. I need to go now, you need ride?" I nodded at her question and she went to the parking lot.

I slowly stood up, holding my bag. I brought extra clothes since I'll be meeting with the volleyball team later. I looked at the mirror one last time before leaving my condominium. I forced a smile after looking at my sad face. I shouldn't be sulking like this but I can't help it.

"You can do this, Hope!" I said trying to cheer myself up.

I wish I can really do this.

I went inside Myne's car and put on my seatbelt before opening my phone to check my YouTube channel. I have almost half a million subscribers. I created my channel due to my delusional disorder and I found myself continuing with contents involving makeup tutorials and such.

I am not a professional, though.

"Good luck, babe. If something happened, just give me a call," she tapped my shoulder before I leave her car.

I went to the main library to review my notes and to learn every single thing about volleyball. We have an exam later so I chose to review first.

After reviewing, I was about to read the informations Myne gave me but my phone suddenly rang. The caller is unknown but maybe it's somewhat important so i chose to answer the call.

[Hello?]

[Ms. Escareal? We're having a meeting. Are you already in the university? I'm planning to introduce you to volleyball team.]

I bit my lip when I heard Beatrix, the former manager's voice. She resigned because she needs to focus on her sick mother. She also mentioned yesterday on the interview that there's a chance she'll stop studying for a while. She's in her last semester so I hope she'll continue her studies. It's a pity if she suddenly stop.

[I'm on the main library. Is it urgent? Do I really have to be there right now?] I asked.

[No, take your time. Besides, the team captain is not yet here. We're in the gymnasium, since they will be practicing after the meeting.]

[Alright. Thank you, Beatrix.]

After I hung up, I fixed my things and went to the cafeteria nearby before going to the gymnasium. I just noticed that I forgot my tumbler at my unit so I need to buy a bottle of water. It's important to stay hydrated, that's why.

"A bottle of water, please," the guy in front of me said. He's wearing a plain shirt and sweatpants. He's tall so it's like I'm standing before a wall.

I'm staring at his back when he suddenly faced me. I was so shocked that I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I had to admit he was attractive, but he wasn't my kind of guy. However, he got better the more I looked. A well-defined beautiful face with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. His rich chocolate hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. The complexion of his skin going well with his hazel brown eyes.

He looked down for a moment before looking at my eyes.

He was about to say something but he didn't continued. I looked at the girl on the cashier and it seems like this guy forgot his wallet or something like that but he needs to pay for the water he bought. Maybe he's asking me to pay for his water but he's hesitating.

I smiled at him before giving cash to the girl in the cashier. "Including this, please. Keep the change," I said when it looks like the cashier girl was having some problem with the change.

I was about to walk away when the tall guy suddenly asked me, "why the hell did you do that?"