Chapter 4

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When the break finished we go to class. Jason has only some classes with us since he is studying a different subject. He didn't tell me what it was and I didn't insist after all he met me today.

The next class is literature and I have to admit that I am quite nervous. I love reading but I haven't read a lot of classics and even tho I wanted to I can't find the time. When I entered the teacher was already there. He is tall and seems friendly with his small smile. There are more students in this classroom than in the one that I just left, even the classroom is bigger. 

"See at that girl over there" Margot whispers while pointing at a beautiful girl. She is talking to a group of girls and though they are laughing and smiling they don't seem warm or good persons. They are sitting in the middle of the class and making too much noise as if they are the most important people there. 

"Yes," I whisper back still looking at the girl who seems to think that everyone should listen to her since she talks so loudly and tells everyone to shut up with not much more than a look. 

"She is the worst bitch I have ever met. You know the blonde bitch from all teenagers' movies she is worse than them: Bellatrix." Her name sounds like a curse on Margot's lips. Her tone is full of disgust as I have never heard before. 

"Why?" I can't help but be curious about what this girl has done to get Margot so disgust about that. I don't know Margot that long but she seems like a good person, not one who hates on girls just because she can. 

"That's the best part. She will not do anything if you don't give her a reason but if you do it's over, even if it's just a small thing. Once a girl told the teacher she was cheating on the test and one week later she lost the schoolship she had to pay the school. She had to leave." Margot swallows dryly, I get why, she too has a schoolship and she can't afford to lose it. It must be terrible to have to fear someone like that who even tho is not important can change your life so much without effort. 

"That's terrible. " It's all I can say. I don't want problems, I truly don't. Probably my old self would but I already have a bad boy messing my head I don't want her in my way as well. So I don't talk more but I can't help to keep watching the girl.

A couple of minutes after I already know somethings about her because that's me, I observe since I can remember. She seems to like a boy that is seated in front of her in the class, always laughing at every small thing he says and giving him too much importance. Even tho he doesn't give her importance at all she makes him the center of her universe.

"Who is that boy?" I whisper at Margot pointing with my head to the boy who seems to be Bellatrix's whole world. He is pretty, light hair, light eyes, white teeth. Not my type but okay I guess.  

"I don't know his name. She likes him but it is clear he doesn't like her back, once he said that in front of everybody when she was annoying him. But she is obsessed and doesn't leave him." I knew it. It seems even more clear now that I am sure, he truly doesn't care about her but she insists what makes me doubt if she has some self perservation because it must hurt like hell to live like that.  

"Every other person asks what is the book that you love to try to know you. However, I disagree. To know a person you have to ask her the opposite. So today I ask: What is the series of books that you think are overrated? You may like it a bit but don't understand why it has so many fans." My thoughts are interrupted by the teacher who decided to start the lesson by making everyone questions. A lot of students fix their posture on the chair and out of impulse so do I. The class is dead silent everyone thinking if they should or shouldn't be first. 

"Harry Potter. Oh yes, of course, an 11-year-old boy bets a man who couldn't kill a baby but is the biggest wizard of all time. Sure, Jk Rowling, really realistic." Bellatrix talks loudly and obnoxiously. Her voice is full of irony in the last part and all of that better-than-you behavior is notorious on every breath she takes. 

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