Emma leaned back and sighed at Kathy's words. That words again..
She did not deny, everyone would think the same when they see someone who has a good look. But they only see the outside. Just see the happy side.
"Maybe, you're right that good looking people have an easier life. But, there are some uncomfortable things that we have to deal with. Regardless of how each person looks, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. You just need to live your life to the fullest." Emma said.
Kathy looked at the girl with sad eyes, "Emma.. Do you know, why am I trying to be popular?"
Emma shook her head. Actually, she was also a little curious about it. But all this time, she felt reluctant to ask her.
"I've told you before, that I was the only daughter in the family. My mom was a popular girl at her high school. She had a pretty face, a nice body, and was also good at dancing hip hop which was a popular dance in her era. My mom has always been the centre of her group dance. The school was her kingdom and she was the queen. Until finally, she graduated, married, and had children. Since I was the only daughter she has, she wanted me to have a youth life as beautiful as hers. But alas, I was born with a mediocre face like my father. I also don't have fashion sense like my mom." Kathy explained.
While she was talking, she kept gulping her beer and refilling it.
"My mom.. Always pushed and told me that I had to be pretty. I had to be cool and had to be the popular girl at school. She said, if I wasn't pretty, at least I had to be sociable to be accepted and have lots of friends. She kept reminding me of all the rules to be popular in school." Kathy chuckled with a few hiccups interspersed, "Isn't that funny, that your own mother makes you insecure?"
"Seems like your mom isn't willing to give up her best school life yet," Emma muttered.
Kathy nodded weakly and sighed, "Because of her.. I'm trying to be someone else. Doing things I don't like. Being a boot-licker.. Why is my life like this?"
"Hey.. hey.. Don't say that. Even though she is your mother, but you own yourself. Don't let anyone decide the path of your life. You can do whatever you want. Nothing can stop you." Emma said. She began to feel worried for her friend who seemed to have lost hope.
"I'm really ashamed, Emma. Do all men look at me like Donny and his friends? Until whenever, I can't follow in my mom's footsteps .." Tears dripped from one of her drooping eyes.
"I told you, don't listen to what they said. They're just looking for excuses because you were defending Roger. In fact, you're really great for having the courage to voice their mistakes and make stupid Brian embarrassed." Said Emma.
Emma snorted before letting out a huff. She leaned forward to look at Kathy seriously, "Honestly, my life is a mess too, Kathy. I was born to walk in the path my father had prepared. I had to be someone else and do what I didn't want to. But I thought, if I stayed still, things wouldn't change. So I decided to fight and choose my own path. I'm so glad to meet a friend like you. We have almost the same background. I want us to support each other."
Hearing Emma's words, Kathy smiled. But her smile wasn't what Emma expected. She looks stupid with a reddish face.
"You're drunk," Emma muttered flatly. It was foolish of her to speak seriously with a heart to a drunken person who would not necessarily remember the contents of their conversation the next day.
"Hmm.. Isn't that the handsome PB?" Kathy said with droopy eyes as she pointed her finger to what's behind Emma's back.
Emma frowned in confusion and looked back. She saw the table that Kathy pointed at, which was occupied by three men in suits who seemed to be having a serious conversation. She returned her face to Kathy, "Who's PB?"
Kathy chuckled as she hiccupped, "PB.. Prince Bold.. Don't you know him? Oh… Yes, you don't.. You're a very popular person. Knowing other popular guys doesn't really matter to you.. Hem.. you don't need to look for guys to get their attention. How lucky…" She muttered with her head bobbing as if it was heavy as stone.
"Kathy.. We have to go home. You're very drunk." Emma said worriedly.
"I'm not drunk, Emma. I'm still conscious. Please stop the merry-go-round. I'm going to throw up. Take me downstairs now. Let's have a drink together at the chicken restaurant."
Emma no longer paid attention to Kathy's nonsensical chatter. She went straight to the cashier to pay for their food. Even though Kathy's initial promise would be to treat. But Emma didn't mind that at all. She understood that Kathy was drunk.
As soon as Emma returned from the counter, she was surprised to find Kathy was gone, "Oh my.. Where's that girl?" she mumbled as looked around.
How shocked Emma was, when she found Kathy already at the table she had pointed at by mentioning the name of 'PB' earlier.
Insane! She came over to their table!
Good grief! Emma felt like she was going to lose her mind in a minute. Looks like, when Kathy got drunk she became so troublesome and completely lost her sanity. How could she walk up to a table of three men and tease them like a sl*t?
Emma hurriedly stepped up to her, "Kathy! What are you doing?! Let's go!" she took the girl's hand.
Kathy turned to Emma with a stagger, "Go? I'm going on a date. Don't bother me! Leave me alone!"
Emma glanced at the three men who were dumbfounded at the two of them, "I'm sorry for my friend. She's drunk. I'll take her away immediately." Emma said while trying to pull Kathy.
But suddenly..
"Blaarghhh!"
Emma didn't know what she had dreamt last night. She never thought having friends would be this troublesome. Emma couldn't believe that Kathy would throw up in there. That silly girl threw up right on a caramel brown hair man in fine clothes that look expensive.
'Ah.. Isn't that the man Kathy had referred to as PB?' Emma thought.
As soon as she finished throwing up, Kathy immediately lost consciousness and fell asleep on the restaurant floor.
Emma could only stand still with her hands covering her mouth in shock at what had happened.
"Hey! Are you woman nuts?!" One of the three men stood fiercely. He has a bald head with a body full of tattoos that cover up to his large neck.
"Sorry! I'll pay for your clothes," Emma said to the man Kathy threw up on.
"It's easy for you to talk, huh? Life isn't that simple, you know?! You woman messed up our meeting and your friend got our boss's clothes dirty." Nagged the bald man.
Emma snorted and immediately pulled Kathy to her feet, "I know and I'm sorry. I really will compensate." she said while busy herself. Rather than the three angry men, Emma was more apprehensive about Kathy. She was completely unconscious.
"Don't you have any fear?" A man's baritone voice made Emma turn her head, "You girls made a mistake. But you don't seem to care much about us. Doesn't he look scary enough?" he pointed to his bald men.