I was born a liar. And a fabulous one.

People call me, The Fabulous Fabulist.

FAB #1

I am walking with my lovely self in the corridors with my head held high; armored with the best clothes and accessories from highly acclaimed fashion designers.

How I love to be me! 

Everyday has been like this since I have no friends to walk with me to class. At first it was boring until the idea of me being alone gets in to my system and I'm good with it.

Everyone that I passed by, if not staring, are exchanging whispers that they thought I could not hear. I could just roll my eyes at them. They are just seriously ignorant freaks. Oh well, I can't blame them though when they could only see a goddess from Mount Olympus came down when they get to see me. I'm fabulous like that.

Actually I am late for class for about half an hour and the professor that I am about to meet up today is no less than the professor everyone is scared of. They think he is daunting that is why no one tries to get on his way. Well, except for me who will be barging in late for his class on the very first day of class. Man! The dude is so tight with his schedules. Imagine, first day of back-to-school and he is jotting whatever on the board when it should be students singing 'Hola mi amigos, mi amigas' with their cliques whom they have not seen for the past two months. Not that I care though. My point is that at least give us students some break from our hangover from yesterday night last freedom.

I turned the door knob and, behold! What came before me is that bald old man writing limits on the board and equally bored students who seems to not give a damn with what that man in the front is writing and saying.

As if on cue, he turned in to my direction and he stood there with arms akimbo while frowning at me.

"Miss Brown,"

I looked at our professor who is eyeing me. I gave him my sweetest smile. Mr. Zamora has been our batch’s' Major Professor since our first year in this university. He clearly knows me aside from the fact that I am equally smart with him and prettiest among his class.

I took off my floppy hat and held it with my left. "Good morning sir. It's very nice to see you in the first day of class."

He arched his brow at me. "You are late for about..." He turned to his watch. "35 minutes, young lady. I suppose that my class starts at eight o'clock in the morning. Not thirty-five minutes later."

I faked a shock and quickly took my schedule from my very expensive Diamond Forever Tote Bag from Chanel. I heard a few gasps from my female block mates. I smirked. Yes, girls. I got one of your dream bag for crying out loud.

Being one of the richest girls in this University, I'm pretty much sure that I can get girls envy me and boys drool over with the things I had, I have and could have.

Especially now I am like a walking diamond with the luxury attached to my awesome body.

I quickly took the folded paper and unfolded it so I can 'check' again my schedule for his class.

"My, my, my! I must have mistaken my schedule for today to tomorrow, Sire. So you see," I showed him my paper. “The schedules for my Eight o’clock class and Eight-thirty are right next to each other. My honest mistake. Please do let me in for the time being."

He kept his silence for awhile, trying to contemplate the lie I just told him. I know you will give in.

He sighed before turning back to the board. "Help your self with a seat Ms. Brown."

As much as I want to say ‘Booyah! I freaking escaped him again!' with my victory dance and victorious smile, I simply smiled and made my way through the table by the window of which these dear block mates of mine knew already that I, the fabulous FAB, will be occupying every chair near the window. Or else they'll be undergoing my wrath.

Mr. Zamora continued explaining what he started before I came in. As usual, no one is giving him any attention except for those neat geeks who are scribbling furiously whilst looking at their individual books.

It's not a trend for students to bring their flips in class. Their books, like mine, resides in the hallow corners of our lockers. Very well protected from the wrath of our oh-so dear Professors. That I can't seems to comprehend why they get angry when we don't bring books to class. They say it is our duty as students to bring those heavy materials to class so that we have something to get ourselves busy with while they are explaining at the front. Why would they care anyway? I mean, we bought them, yeah. And it is up to us, I suppose, whether we make use of that hundred-pages material.

I wandered my gaze in the four corners of this room. Same faces. In front of me is the batch's Damsel In Distress, at my left side is the silent one among all of us and at my back is the MVP of the basketball team.

If you ask me, if I am friends with them or not, or with anyone in this class, no. I am friends with nobody.

I looked outside of the window and saw a nest in the tree just right in front of me. One of the eggs are shaking violently. Slowly, cracks are becoming visible. I eyed it even more to test if I am seeing it correctly and there it is! I gasped and smiled after seeing a head of a baby bird sprung to life in the cracked portion of the egg. Congratulations baby bird!

"Would you mind sharing what fascinates you from outside, Ms. Brown?"

Shit. How I really hate to be interrupted!

I turned around and saw my block mates and Mr. Zamora looking at me, clearly waiting for me to speak up. I smiled at them with my eye-smile. "Oh, I just realized something from your discussion Mr. Zamora." I pointed at the expression left unanswered.

They all turned their backs to the board and back at me. Some snickered and some boringly gets back to their individual business.

"Well, I suppose you can answer the last one with at ease?" Mr. Zamora inquired while giving me a smile. Not that pleasing smile, but the one that clearly indicates challenge if I could possibly answer that damn expression on the board.

And at the drop of the hat, I smugly made my way through the board. I really hate and love challenges. But seeing this is just a piece of cake, I go for it. I took the marker from him while seductively smiled at him and starts to answer. No one is talking. Not even one tried to comment, even him when he is in fact the Professor.

They are used to this situations since I am like this since our first year in college. Now that we are in our third year, this is a natural occurrence. I know I am cocky and all but at least I know that I can show them people that I have the reasons to have these kind of guts in me.

When I am finally done, I placed the marker at the top of his table and clasped my hands. I gave them my bright smile while saying, "Done!"

He checked my answer, Satisfied, he let me go back to my seat.

What felt like millions of years, I am now on my way out from the suffocating four corners. I went to the nearest comfort room since nature is pretty much calling me already. As I was about to come out, I heard footsteps coming while gossiping. As a woman, a natural eavesdropper, I stayed for awhile and eavesdropped in their conversation.

"Bitch please! Is that even real?" Girl number one said in a high-pitched tone. I opened my phone and pressed the Record button. Let us see what gossips I am about to cover. 

"Uh-huh! And you know what, Isabel did IT with Ryan yesterday at Marky's pool party. Can you believe it? She was not a virgin for that matter!" Girl number two said while giving emphasis to the word it.

"Oh my gosh! She looks and acts like an angel but who would have thought she has a devil in her!" She laughed after.

"I know right? Gosh! Eventually, Ryan broke up with her and now he adds to the hottest single men in the list."

"Poor girl. I wonder how Ryan is on bed." They both laughed and went out of the comfort room.

I really wonder how comfort rooms become the gossip place for most of the women when their conversations can be possibly heard by other females in the area.

I went out of the cubicle I was in and saved the recorded conversation. Sweet. First day of class and a new gossip is yet to spread. And I am up to the challenge of seeing their sorry asses get busted. I'm so excited who will come off as the laughing stock of the year champion!

FAB #2

I woke up with the sound of my alarm buzzing just right across my face. I opened my eyes and quickly snooze it off. I yawned. The moment I realized this is another brand new day with a lot of surprises, I smirked. I stretched my arms and got off my bed and did my usual routine.

"Mari!" I called one of my personal maids as soon as I got out of my room. Mari is one of the youngest maids we have in this household. She is the daughter of our head-house maid, Martina. Martina is our nanny since we were just infants and she's the most trusted among all. She had proven her worth for the past twenty years.

I saw her running from the kitchen's direction and halted as she came face to face with me. All of our housekeepers wear their uniforms and I don't know why it has been a necessary. I just don't think it is. "Yes ma'am!"

"Is my breakfast ready?" I inquired while taking the last few steps in our staircase.

"Yes ma'am. It's ready in the kitchen."

I nod as an answer. I went to the dining table where my food was prepared. I ate in silence with Mari on my back, waiting for me to finish eating so that she can clean it up after.

"Mari," I called her without turning around.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Is Mr. Brown done eating his breakfast?" I asked. I took the bacon in my mouth and waited for her to reply.

"Unfortunately he has not taken anything, ma'am.. Mr. Brown said he'll just be eating in his office. He was quite on a hurry this morning."

I did not reply and resumed in finishing my meal. It has always been like this, me eating alone. The only chance I get to eat with a lot of people in this dining table is very rare. It rarely happens that I almost forget when the last time was.

I took one last bite and munched it before swallowing. I turned back to look at Mari who is patiently waiting for me to get done.

"Is Felix gone to school already?" I asked.

"No ma'am. He's still in his room."

I sighed. That naughty little boy should have been to school already. As if on cue, he did come running in the stairs towards here in the dining room.

"Good morning Felix." I said while getting up. Mari took my place and gathered the utensils I used.

He halted and catches his breathing. "Hi Fab. What's for breakfast?"

I raised a brow. "Mari," I called without turning back to her who is now cleaning up the table. "What time is it?"

There was a pause before she answered back, "9 o'clock in the morning, young miss."

Felix groaned. He lazily went to the island and grabbed his box of cereals and a bowl. He went to sit on one of the chairs in the dining table. "Get me my milk, Mari." He commanded.

Mari went to the refrigerator after gently placing the plates by the sink. She handed it over to Felix and went to the sink after.

Both Felix and I have our individual personal maids. He is Mari's twin brother, Mir. Felix did not treat Mir as a servant but rather as his friend. The four of us are rather in the same age anyway.

I inwardly sighed. I went to sit next to him who is now putting his cereals in the bowl. Afterwards, he poured the milk in the bowl until it is half way already.

He starts to dig in when I butt in. "Why are you late?"

He looked up to me and arched a brow then resumed eating. He took a few scoops before answering me. "I overslept," he said without turning his head back to me.

"You perfectly know that is not the answer I am looking for."

He groaned again.

Felix Ixion Brown is my younger brother of five months. So, we are like in the same age. Confusing isn't it? How can I be an older sibling to a five months interval? Simple, we have different mothers. I was born on April 1st and he was born September 1st. Quite a coincidence, right?

"Do not be a mom, Fab."  He took a sip from his milk in the bowl.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not being a mom Fib, we don't get the chance to have one so I do not know how to act like one." I leaned back on the chair and crossed my arms. I really hate the topic about parents. It irks the hell out of me.

"Oh right." He stood up and took his bowl to the sink and returned back in his seat. "What time is your class?"

"11 o'clock. Your next class starts at?"

"Mine is the same time as yours." He stood up once again and shuffles my hair.

"Hey!" I swat his hand which earned a laugh from the latter.

"Wait for me. We'll go to class together. I'll be done in a jiffy." I shrugged and he quickly went back to his room to prepare himself.

*

"I can't believe you! It took you almost an hour to get done!" I whined as soon as I set my foot in the shotgun seat of his car. I buckled up my seatbelt the moment I was settled. I crossed my arms and puffed in annoyance.

He chuckled as soon as he turned the ignition. I can hear the faint sound of the muffler from his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster-- the hottest among the hottest cars as of to date. Both he and Mr. Brown have the interests for cars while I have my obsession for expensive clothing.

We have a lot of credit cards and that includes our black cards. We live in a very luxurious life. We get to spend whatever we want to buy in just a swipe from different credit cards. It is a shame that we don't still get to fully enjoy such opportunity. We know that we have these because we can not have parental support that is why we are well provided with monetary support.

Actually, I did not whine about getting in the school in less than 30 minutes as this sleek little thing is one of the fastest that ever exits in the whole world. I whined because he made me wait for an hour! He is vainer than I am, I tell you.

He parked his luscious car in his usual parking slot with the sign, 'F.I.B'. He had it customized so that people who are not aware that he owned this space will know. He holds a forty-five percent share from this school that is why he gets to have himself a parking space. No hassle. No sweat. We just let the money did the talking.

Both of us were trained to handle Mr. Brown’s businesses from the moment we opened our eyes. Our lives are not meant for us. We were always told by that. And so we have this disposition in life that we need, and it is a must for us to abide with everything Mr. Brown tells us to do.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and get out from his car. He did the same.

“Fib, you should be taking up your subjects seriously. If Mr. Brown…”

He cut me off. “Yeah, yeah. He’ll slit my throat if I fail.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Glad you know. I don’t want to remind you always. It’s tiring to cover up for you when someone reports about you not coming to your early classes.”

“You should quit lying for me Fab. Am cool with everything and all you ever did was to stress yourself out. It’s not healthy you know.” He chuckled before turning his car’s alarm on.

“I was born a liar, Fib. We both know that.” I said as we walk in to the halls of our dear university.

“Now, now, where’s my sweet innocent little sister gone to?” He gave me that teasing smile that I really hate. He always remind me of that, and I quote, sweet innocent little sister of his dreams.

“Oh!" I faked a shock. "You have another sister? Why did I not know?” I sarcastically commented.

He laughed. I really love how his voice resounds in my ears. It is like music. Even if he is just my half brother, I treat him like we came from one mother. I did not tell him of how much I adore him as my brother. I do not want to inflate his head that is already full of air.

We share the same nose and thin lips, of which we got from our father. Only that my eyes are brown while his is blue; due to our different mothers’. His is a Caucasian woman while mine is an Asian. My face is small and oval while his is more defined and masculine. I am proud to say that we are one heck of a head-turner. Thanks to the genes we inherited!

People around us don’t know that we are siblings and we don’t look like one due to different genes running in our veins. No one, except for those people in our household knew about our relationship to each other. People around us thought we two are engaged to wed each other at a very young age since both of us have the surname Brown. We do not mind though and we thought it was for the best so that none would think that we are free to engage ourselves in relationshits.

I never got the chance to have a decent boyfriend; neither Felix did have a girlfriend. We don’t own our lives. Mr. Brown gets to decide everything and that includes who we are marrying with. Why would we bother ourselves getting involved with love when in the first place we can’t be with them?

Felix is very open to flirting but it just stops there. When he wants to get laid, he gets himself a high-end prostitute. No strings attached. It’s just pure, ‘Ride a dragon upon St. George’. His lifestyle is just like that.

We stopped at the intersection.

“Fab, who will pick you up later?” He asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just call Mark later.”

“Naw, don’t bother. We’ll just go together. Let us go to the mall later.” He smiled at me, that knowing smile that says, ‘I-know-you-can-not-NOT-accept-it’.

I clasped my hands. “That would be lovely! I’ll call you later. Bye Fib, got to go!” I gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks and I went to class skipping.

On my way, I can hear people gushing about someone. I smiled to myself as I perfectly know who the people they are talking about are.

I reached my room before the bell rang and just like the scenario in the hallways, the room is filled with gossips as well. I can't see the person who is involved in the drama anywhere in the four corners of the room. Well, I already assumed such thing will happen. Oh how I would love to see the look on her face! Only that I don't get to see Ryan's since he is classmates with Fib.

The professor came in just in time and the class starts without a trace of Isabel Murs.

Our schools’ geeks created an underground website of our school, made just for us students. In there you will see the latest hot and what-not, the latest gossips and all the things you have to know. Everything that spells underground activities is there.

I uploaded the recorded voice of the two girls who were talking about Isabel and Ryan’s little dirty secret under the code name TheFabulousFabulist401. It’s my secret identity. My account is very famous for unleashing awesome-azing gossips and fabricated stories of the students. It was fun actually to toy around them, not knowing it’s just me!

I would know who is who even if they have all their codenames. Hate to admit it but I am one of those computer literates. One of the reasons they are fascinated by my posts is that I get to tag the people involved. And so they switch accounts again and again. Well, it’s no use since I will know them if I will hack my way to that website.

What made everyone fuzz about Isabel Murs is that she is the most acknowledged dainty dame of this university. She’s angel-like. She’s with Ryan for a year and a half. She’s flawless in every way. And to find out the news that she has this dirty little secret, it left everyone aghast.

Ryan’s the school’s captain ball and a total playboy before he crossed paths with Isabel. It was a three-hundred-and-sixty degrees turn of events. He courted her and became the Ryan we never thought he could be. A tamed lion that is he.

Well, everyone just have this dirty little secret, don't we?

Class ended with my eyes bore in the board but my mind is flying hundreds of miles away from where I am seated. I gathered my belongings as the professor said ‘dismiss’ and went to the school’s cafeteria—the home of bullying.

When I got there, I saw Fib with his pals. Did I forget to mention that he is also part of the school’s basketball varsity team? Yeah, he is one of those dudes who shoot on hoops.

After ordering, I scanned the place to look for that particular girl with pink highlights. Right there and then, I saw Alva sitting alone in our table with an untouched food. I smiled inwardly as she is smiling like a total lunatic by herself while scrolling from her phone.

“Hey!” I called her and placed my tray on the table. She averted her gaze from her phone to me. When she realized who this beautiful creature she is facing with is, she beamed. “Fabienne!”

Alva is the only friend that ever exists in my list. We were friends since elementary days and we have been through a lot. Her family owns five-star hotels and some malls. Her family is approved by Mr. Brown that is why we have no hindrances for our friendship. Her family’s thoughts are the same with mine anyway.

“Heard the news?” I took the food out of the tray and placed the tray away from my proximity.

She chuckled. “Always the best source, huh? Yeah, I did. Is it all true?” She leaned forward to me, a sign that she is very interested about the latest coverage I gathered. I mean, who would not?

I shrugged. “Beats me. That’s just what I heard.” I took one scoop from my Crème Brulee and looked at her.

She sighed. “I just can not believe it! That was news I cannot easily take in.”

At long last, she took a slice from her Cremeschnitte and act like in deep thinking.

“I know it sounds crazy just like the news, but I don’t believe anything those girls are talking about.”

I ignored her and looked at my surroundings. In the front door, I saw Isabel Murs being dragged by two girls. She was whimpering already out of the pain from the girl’s hold in her hair. She looks pity but I guess she is trying to surpass such bullying. She seems strong.

“Ladies and gents,” called by the girl who is at the back of Isabel. She was able to gather everyone’s attention. “I present to you our not so dainty dame, Isabel bitchy Murs.”

A series of yells and cheers and whistles are heard when they pulled Isabel’s head to face the students. Loud curses are heard with students, be it male or female, calling her names.

“Fabby,” I looked at Alva who looks sad over something. “Let us do something. She is in pain.”

I groaned. This is some of our differences. Alva sympathizes too much with other people. She always thinks that everyone has a good side of the story when the bad side is revealed.

“Please?” She gave me that puppy-eyed look. I thought she knew that I never get affected with it? It may work for others but heck no for me!

I rolled my eyes at her and shift my gaze towards Isabel’s way. “Alva dear, you look eew.”

“But really Fab, we should do something.”

Yeah, I think we should. The girl looks helpless as Ryan’s supporters threw their food at them.

I stood up and looked at Alva who is now in the verge of cheering for me. “For you, Al.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Hey you!”

Everyone averted their direction at me and stops throwing food on Isabel who is now hanging her head low. I saw how her back heaves up and down, probably crying.

“Why are you guys picking on Isabel?” I coldly asked.

Everyone is silent until one of those girls who brought Isabel here spoke up.

“She made everyone of us a fool!” She yelled.

I suddenly recognized her voice from one of those girls in the comfort room. I smiled inwardly.

“Yeah! She is so not worthy of Ryan! She toyed over him! She acts like a total nun but she is hiding behind her filthy mask.” Supported by that girl who is holding Isabel’s hair

“Oh my gosh!” I exaggeratedly gushed while placing a hand in my mouth. Everyone’s looking at me with scrutinized eyes, all are wondering why.

“You,” I pointed at the last one who spoke up. “What is your name again?”

“Trixie,” She said while flipping her hair.

“And you?” I asked the first girl I recognized.

“Minnie. What is it Fabienne? Why are you asking for our names?” She now looks irritated.

Everyone is silent while waiting for me to speak up.

“Why are you accusing Isabel of not being worthy of Ryan? My friend even saw the two of you coming out in a motel at each side of Ryan. I kept my silence since this is a business I am not to mingle with but I cannot tolerate such behavior from you guys. How dare you redirect such filthy thing you have done to Isabel when in fact it is the three of you who should be in her place right now?” I said accusingly.

All of the students looked at the two girls I was pointing. The frightened looks on their faces are priceless.

Yes, this is half of the truth. My source told me about this Trixie and Minnie coming out from the motel with Ryan. Only that they were not there to do their sexy thing together but separately. According to my source, Minnie’s with another player and so does Trixie but Ryan’s with Tiffany, the captain of the cheering squad. Ryan’s been cheating on Isabel for two months already. I did not know that this delicious information could be of help anyway.

Well, when the snake is hungry, it turns back in to its natural beastliness.

“Oh my gosh, no! What the heck, Fabienne?! You got it all wrong!” Trixie looks sideways and met the terrifying gazes from the students surrounding them. Yes please, eat them bitches alive.

Isabel looks confused at the turn of events since the hold from her head loosened up. Her face is tear-stained and, oh boy! She looks like she cried all of her life.

The stupid students went nearer to Trixie and Minnie who are now shouting, ‘No! I did not do it! Fabienne is lying!’ They ran away before the crazy girls could get hold of their salon hairs.

I sat down and looked at Alva who has a big smile plastered in her freaking annoying face. “There, happy?” I said as I took another scoop from my Crème Brulee. Shit. I was not even close to enjoying it.

“Very much, thank you!” She beamed before taking a slice from her cake.

The moment I turned the knob of the door for my second class, I was greeted by two lovely ladies dripping wet with I don't know, shooting me deadly glares like that even scared the shit out of me. Crap. I forgot that they are with me in Mr. Zamora's class.

"Fabienne,"Trixie called me.

I gave her my sweetest smile and proceeded to my seat by the window before answering her. She followed me with her eyes. “Yes dear?"

"How dare you! You did this to us?" Yelled Minnie.

She was stomping her feet childishly while her hair is sending showers to the girls beside her-- so they moved back, keeping their safe distance.

I arched my brow. How dare she as well for accusing me that I did that to them? That is just so cheap. Totally not my style.

"Pardon?" I asked. Let us see and try how far your annoyance will go.

"Okay, apology accepted." Trixie turned her back at me.

I was left quite in awe for how she interpreted what I said. I was not asking for an apology but rather I was asking her to repeat what she said.

I laughed, earning myself curious stares from everyone, including Trixie and Minnie's little group.

"Why are you laughing Fabienne?"

I took a glance at Trixie and I couldn't help myself not to laugh. Damn. I should do this often. They are the best subjects so far to fool around because they are just plain beauty with failing heads.

"What's funny?" Minnie asked in rather high-pitched voice while putting her two hands in her waist.

"You," I said in between laughter.

They exchanged questioning glances before both of them rolled their eyes.

"Let's just leave. I think Brown's going crazy."

I stopped laughing. Of how Minnie said it, it was kinda hushed but loud enough for me to hear it clearly. Everyone and I mean ALL looked at me as I inched forward to them.

I eyed the two of them from head to toe while giving them that menacing look that I am very much sure that will send shivers running in their spines.

"What did you just called me?"

Their mouths were agape; in lost for words to say.

"Say it again." I stressed those three words to give them the signal that I am not fooling around anymore.

"I...I"

"Why are you stuttering, Minnie?"

"I... I-I am...” she stuttered again.

"I am sorry, Fabienne. I did not mean it that way." She bowed her head while stifling a tear to come out.

"You dared confronting me and accused me of lying. I let it slip since your stupidity of taking my pardon as an apology made me laugh. Yet, you called me crazy. Do you think your apology is enough?"

"Fabienne," Trixie stood in front of me and Minnie who is still hanging her head low. "We're sorry. It's just that, what the other students did to us is inhumane!"

I laughed. Shit. These girls are really hilarious!

"Are you kidding me? Don't you think you deserve it as well? What difference did it make from what you did to Isabel, huh?"

They did not talk back. I returned from my seat and called someone from my speed dial three.

"401," I said the moment my call was accepted. "Trixie and Minnie. Business Management." I said without tearing off my eyes to the two idiots who are starting to bawl their eyes out.

"Copy." said the person from the other line and I cut off the call.

I turned back to the girls who are now on their knees. "Please Fabienne, we're sorry."

I smirked.

"I will show you how inhumane is done like."