The Risks of Love

Chapter 8

Rose's POV

Today is the day everyone was waiting for. I got enough of the shit for the past decades of my life, spending my youth in so called highschool and college. I was ecstatic after the graduation ceremony and the proud look on my parents just added more to my happiness. It was a while since I've last seen my parents be so proud of me. 

I was too busy talking and hanging out with guys that I didn't even realize that Jessica had long left my side. By the time all of them left with their parents after graduation, I was walking back inside the empty hallways to get my things from the locker. 

As I was about to turn around to say goodbye to the school with joy, my locker was slammed shut by someone from behind, making me roll my eyes at the familiar perfume which almost made me want to puke at how disgusting it smelt.

Well, who else wears that much perfume in this uni except the queen bee? 

"Well, well, well, Rose. It's the last day for both of us. Mind to share your plastic surgeon before we go on our separate ways? Might as well think of it as farewell gift." Stacy glared at me and I just stared at her blankly with a sympathetic look.

But seriously, what's her problem? Who am I to blame? She just wants to be humiliated on her last day. I might as well give her what she wants.

"Oh? I doubt you would look good enough with more plastic stuffed in your body. I wonder if you really plan on being the real Barbie with all the plastic under that fragile body of yours." I heard a few snorts and she was losing her cool. I have to say that her temper will explode before her boobs get chance the chance to.

"I was born with this BITCH! -" "ROSALIND! My name is fucking Rosalind! If my name is mouthful for you, just call me Rose. Don't be fucking rude to the dogs! It's a huge insult even to the dogs if words are coming outta your mouth." I shifted my weight from one foot to another, finding everything already tiring.

"WHAT?" "Oh, silly me. My bad. I forgot the fact that you rarely attend classes, too busy filling your mouth with thousands of STDs and sperms. I am too tired to continue this meaningless conversation with a slut like you so please excuse me." "You!" She swayed her arms in an attempt to hit me as I was about to walk around her. Upon seeing her attack, I dodged and punched her instead.

Ew, I made a face as I felt something being squished beneath my fist.

"Opps! My bad! I thought your nose was genuine. I should have figured out you were just jealous of my natural beauty since your whole body is fake and made of plastic." Everyone burst out laughing and some gasped.

After that, I just left them in the hallway, who were crying their eyes and gushing about how it bloody hurts and she have to get her plastic job again. I hopped on my bike and stormed off, trying to calm myself. Rides always did wonders when I was pissed or needed to get things off my head.

Crap. Where am I? Great! Just great! How did I even get here? How long have I been riding? I didn't know I had enough petrol to ride for hours and on top of that, I didn't know there was a forest near my university!