❝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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"Where are you-"
"Restroom. I'm not uh-feel-uh-ing very good lately," I lied to Lucas as we walked out of the Biology class together. I was sure that he wasn't buying my worst excuse possible but he stood there momentarily contemplating whether or not to leave me alone.
"As you wish," he shrugged tentatively, walking in the direction of the greenhouse while I started walking towards the restroom and soon turned around a corridor.
Students swarmed past me as I walked down the restroom, not before coming to a halt in front of a deserted locker.
Fuck this, I thought distastefully as I walked towards the school cafeteria with a last glance towards the hallway which led to the greenhouse.
The cafeteria was placed at the very centre of the school, making it easier to find. The bright blue colour of the doors was visible from a distance as I stood steps away from the cafeteria.
This will not be for me but the others.
I let out a sigh as I strongly grasped the straps of my bag tightly, taking each step carefully towards the cafeteria. Walking past students who were confused but slightly amused by my presence over there, my eyes never flickered to anyone's faces.
My phone buzzed inside the pocket of my skirt and I knew too well that it was from either of the gang, who would be looking out for me because they would be worried. And I just wanted to make sure that no one hurts them anymore.
Not when I'm around.
It was weird for me to think like that because I was the most targeted student around Pride High and I was supposed to be protected from the nasty people but there I stood, in front of the cafeteria, trying to get to talk to him.
Having a lot of friends indeed made me crazier.
I pushed open the doors without giving it a second thought. Heads turned towards my direction as chills passed down my spine. My heartbeat had escalated twice a fold and all I could feel was the intensity of the glares of the people around me.
“Look who it is,” someone sneered but I had my eyes set to find the guy to whom I was determined to have a chat and share a piece of my mind. It took me around a minute to locate the guy perfectly who sat around a group of people I had always seen around him.
“Jason Cartwright,” I spoke loudly, summoning his attention towards me. He did a double-take as his green serpent eyes met my fiery brown ones. He grunted to others who sat around him, the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria dying as all the eyes were moving to and fro between me and him.
“I need to talk to you, now,” even I didn’t ignore the edge on my voice and Jace gave me a low nod, trying to push his way out of his table.
