Chrissy and I walked through the noisy corridor. Everyone was busy with their friends and cliques, so they didn't notice . Which was a relief because I was sticking out too much in the previous tiline.
It was also partly my fault. I thought by sticking out, I would get many friends to cover the loneliness in my heart. So I could forget the problems in my house and all the abuse my dad had done to my mom.
I thought… if I had many friends, I would be happy…
But that wasn't the case. Rather than getting friends, I got enemies instead, or rather what people called 'bullies.'
Maybe I should go on stealth mode from day one, or at least, find a way to make myself not stick out.
But most people in this school had their own friend circles for a long ti now, since most of them were in the sa junior and even elentary school.
anwhile, I was a new girl here. After my mom and dad got divorced due to extre abuse. I moved away with my mom to my late Grandma's house.
So yes, even my presence was already sticking out.
"Hi, Chrissy. Who is this girl?" Another girl suddenly joined us and then took a good look at . She raised her brow and then comnted, "A new kid? I have never seen her before."
"Yeah, she is my neighbor. She just moved in about three months ago," Chrissy answered. She then pushed forward to introduce myself.
"M—My na is Emmy…" I nervously introduced myself. But the girl crossed her arms and then humd for a second.
"Well, at least Chrissy is kind enough to befriend you," she said.
She turned her back and looked over her shoulder, directly talking to Chrissy, "Your new friend doesn't pass my vibe check. She is very down to earth, like a worm."
"Aha—Ahaha… perhaps…" Chrissy laughed awkwardly.
Chrissy glanced at and distanced herself a bit, "Don't worry about her. She is just like that. Her na is Ashley, by the way."
I noticed Chrissy's distancing herself from and only grinned thin, "It's fine."
Yeah, she didn't need to ntion that girl's na because I already knew it.
She was Ashley White, the rich kid of this school, even richer than Jessica. She didn't join Jessica's gang, but she acted as if she was high above all, thinking that she had the privilege of stepping on us, the poor ants.
She never physically bullied , but I still rembered all the ridicule in her eyes and how she didn't ever shy away from calling a weak girl who had nothing.
Not that I cared about her anyway, she will get what she deserves next year when her father is arrested for money laundering.
Though, I had the urge to watch her break down right in front of my eyes, with the sa gaze that she gave when she knew that I live off of the scholarship money.
We walked to our class and were stopped by a crowd of girls who flocked around with a boy in the middle. The boy stood out because he was more than six feet tall, and also cute.
"Mason, are we in the sa class today?"
"Mason, which club did you sign up for? I will follow you!"
"Mason, where will you go after school?"
Mason looked overwheld with the flock of girls surrounding him, but he still answered the questions one by one politely.
Since he was the tallest amongst the flock, I could see his face clearly. He had wavy blonde hair with dreamy blue eyes. He wore glasses today, but usually, he would wear contacts whenever he had a photoshoot.
Mason Hall, the most popular guy in the school. Aside from his handso face, he was nice to everyone, good in everything, and overall just a dreamy man.
Oh, with a sweet smile complete with his dimple.
"S—Sorry, I really have to leave. My class is starting soon," Mason said.
"Aww, Mason, why are you so worried?"
"Yeah, we are here. We can go together," one girl grabbed Mason's arm, and the other followed by grabbing the other arm.
Chrissy and I watched as Mason was dragged to a class by two girls. It looked like he wanted to struggle but was afraid he would hurt the girls.
Looking back at it, I was an idiot for silently crushing on Mason. He was too nice to everyone, and he was a source of trouble.
From the ti he had helped after I fainted, the bullying intensified, ten tis worse, and everybody was always looking at cynically. Rumors popped out that I was trying to force Mason to sleep with in the infirmary after carrying .
It was ridiculous, I know.
I stared at Mason's back for a while, and Chrissy suddenly patted my shoulder, "Emmy, do you like him? He is Mason, the uh… hm… he is a model, but he's got a brain. He won a math competition in junior high and was also active in the track and field team."
I knew all that. It was already well known since Mason was so popular with girls tailing him like fangirls, including Chrissy.
Chrissy had been secretly obsessed with Mason for so long, I still rember that she was exposed stealing random stuff from Mason's locker.
I had a mont of pondering in my mind, thinking whether I still had a crush on Mason or not.
And the answer was… yes.
But being too honest wasn't good, especially in front of a crazy fangirl like Chrissy.
I smiled and shook my head, "I'm way out of his league."
The smile on Chrissy's face didn't falter, and she added, "I see, so you do like him. Haha, it's fine, everybody likes Mason. Glad you realized that he is out of your league."
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