❝Do you realize how messed up we are, hiding our honest feelings just because we wanted to be stereotypically normal? It's bullshit. ❞
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Kirlia Hemmings is normal and she makes sure that she reminds herself of that fact, at least once every day...
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"You are what?"
Jace asked after some time, his face twisted in a pompous way. I blinked a few times, utterly confused as I took a step back from the conceited look Olivia was shooting at me. The students around me had their eyes wide open as some looked at me like I just said that I was an octopus with twenty-nine tentacles or something weirder than that.
My eyes scanned through the crowd for some sort of help. I suddenly felt like I was back in Bridgeton High momentarily, standing in front of my old locker as I gulped down my tears for I was ashamed of who I was.
My skin crawled from the stares of others. All they were doing was looking at me with so much spite, I felt I would get crushed under them with my thoughts overpowering until a Jand was gently placed on one of my shoulders.
I jumped as I felt my heartbeat escalating rapidly with that one contact. Two black eyes glared at something behind me. Rather, glaring at someone behind me. His black hair stood gelled to one of his sides, as he wore a grey checkered shirt with black pants and a black tie over it, his looks being modestly Asian.
"I have started wondering where exactly you guys were?" Jace gritted through his teeth, as Olivia looked at the guy with a glare full of hatred and disgust. A fresh round of murmur among the few students around started, pointing blatantly at the new boy and Jace.
"We are here, Mr Dickhead President. After all, we do need people like us to stop all of you to stop being harsh," He retorted, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he glared at both Jace and Olivia before smiling down at me. He was taller than my 5' 5" stature; he loomed over me before briskly knocking at the receptionist's desk.
Rebecca gave us a bored look as she continued chewing her pink bubblegum and passed another sheet towards me, looking utterly bored. However, before I could pick it up, the strange guy picked it up and read it briefly.
"I'll take it from here, Cartwright. You've already done a lot making an issue out of it. Like always," He said the last part pulling me by my elbow towards one of the corridors as the students shifted to the other side; almost as if they were repulsive to me.
Few lockers down, he stopped and turned back towards me. Upon closer look at his face, he looked oddly familiar with those k-dramas which Claire would watch over and over again obsessively.
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude back then," he sighed, holding the strap of his blue backpack rather aggressively. "I'm Felix Henry, Senior Year and you are─" he squinted his eyes as he read through the paper.
