High School Populaire

Chapter 2

Angelique exited her class and looked at the paper in her arms.

"I do not know how on earth you got a 100 Angel," the boy next to her said.

He was taller than her by a head with black straight long hair and a black bang to cover his right eye, a soft brown. He had two silver crosses hanging from his ears and wore black tight pants and a loose grey shirt.

On his head, was a dark grey beanie. His hands were covered by leather fingerless gloves that were currently hidden inside the pockets of his leather jacket.

"It's not rocket science Adam. I will help you during the break period, okay?"

"Yeah," Adam said and stopped in front of a locker while Angel kept walking.

She ignored the gossips and comments of some of the girls around her and kept going her way. She stopped once she noticed Esmé being shoved to the locker by a taller guy she recognized to belong to football players.

"Just let me go."

"Oh, come on now Souris (mouse) I am just playing with you," the boy said and went to grab her glasses, but she pushed him back or at least tried. "Now I am hurt," he said and laughed.

He was about to try again when he was grabbed and forcefully pushed away from the younger girl by Angel. The raven-haired girl glared at him.

"Get lost, Victor."

"Oh, the coffin lover Angelique defends weaker students now."

"So mature," she said and rolled her eyes while holding back the urge to punch him for using her full name.

Victor simply tried to push her aside, but she did a small sidestep, and his hand missed. Simultaneously, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him a little down while also connecting her knee on his private parts.

The said boy flinched, and his hands went to the place as she quickly placed her hands on his jacket and with force threw him/pushed him away. The boy looked at her, but she simply took a step forward.

"You will regret this," he said as she awkwardly walked away due to the pain.

"What are you looking at?" she asked everyone who had either stopped talking or even walking and was looking at her. Her tone quickly made everyone to look away and even go back to their conversations.

"Thank you, Angel," Esmé said and pushed her glasses further up her nose.

"You both were blocking my locker," she said and the younger the girl quickly looked behind her and then at her saviour before stepping aside.

Angel didn't say anything else but took a few steps and opened the dark blue locker. She placed her math book, notebook and now crinkled test paper before grabbing two different books and a crimson red velvet notebook.

She closed the locker and noticed that Esmé was still there, playing with the end of her sweater. For a moment, the black-haired looked at the shorter girl. In the end, she tapped her head gently a few times and took her way to her next class, leaving a smiling Esmé.

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The same day, Angel was sitting on the bleachers alone as usual. She was at the very corner of it, sealed away from the bright sun. Her attention was on her notebook as she used a pen to make a very detailed drawing of Esmé.

She didn't know why, but this time, her mind was too occupied with the recent incident, and the younger girl didn't seem to leave her mind.

At the same time, at the side of the football field, the cheerleaders were practising. Their colours of red and black bonbons were a blur as they jumped backfilled or cartwheeled.