1 - Ei

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"Get lost."

I look down at the crumpled love letter on the pavement along with the chocolate and the chrysanthemums. The boy I just confessed to turns around and walks away, into the building. I could hear anger in his voice and see distaste in the way he walks. Away. From me. He didn't even read the letter or eat the chocolate.

Why did I ever think I had a chance?

I hear snickering.

Of course. Of course the whole school will know about this; Mr. Popular Somebody rejects Ms. Loser Nobody. Just because he let you borrow his pencil, doesn't mean you're best friends forever. I tell myself.

"Who's the girl? I've never seen her before."

"Did you see that? He threw her letter!"

"Hahaha, the look on her face!"

"Did she just confess? To him? BWAHAHAHA!"

I whip around, ready to punch someone in the face but a pair of sturdy arms grab me. I never heard anyone approach me. I struggle to break free but the strong arms begin to wrap around my stomach and pull me backwards until I collide into a soft chest.

What the-?

I hear them whisper into my ear, "Shh, stop struggling, it's no use. Don't try to cause a scene by punching someone either." 

I can feel my neck heat up. Who do they think they are?

"Y-you can't just grab me l-like that." 

My words are muffled behind the mysterious person's hand who's gripping my mouth so firmly. Pink nail polish comes into view. I want to scream. 

Suddenly, they move one hand to my hip and the other stays on my mouth and rotates me around. Now my back is pressed flat against a tree trunk. I can finally see my mysterious person. She is not at all what I expected with long flowy pink hair pulled back in a ponytail that flows down their back and designer jeans. She wears a magenta tank top paired with an expensive looking Gucci belt. I am still aware of everyone watching us.

Her hand is still on my mouth so I say, "Umm..?" But she doesn't let go. Her eyes are like storm clouds except they're purple, my favourite colour.

Please say something. This is getting awkward. And scary.

People are holding up their phones. Probably taking pictures of us and posting it on their Instagrams. I can already see their captions; "Rich Pretty Girl Scares off Heartbroken Rejected Loser."

After what feels like eternity (get it?), she smiles. It makes my heart leap and then die in my throat.

"Oh, I can do what I want."

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A/N:

Thank you for reading chapter 1! Next chapter will be in Yae's pov.

06/27/22

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