Weekends had passed. It's monday again. I've overcome my pain anymore after having a two days rest."You sure you're okay? You can skip class and i'll just tell your professors-" I cutted Lea out.
"Im okay"
We went to school not so early only to see the commotions going on in the university hallway. As i've known about Lea, she immediately walked there and asked what's happening. She returned panting and said that there's something written on the board that's meant to bully someone.
I ignored it. I dont care.
I went to my classroom and saw the stalker girl sitting on my desk.
"Mikki" she stood up after seeing me.
I nod and sat down on my seat.
"Good morning" still, I ignored her.
Yes, I'm this cruel.
"Wow! Was it still a good morning to you?" someone pops up.
I stole a glance on them and saw SC President talking to the stalker girl.
"Are you proud of your mess?"
Stalker didnt talked back, instead she just ignored her and walked out. The SC President looked disappointed but when she stared at me, she looked more angrier.
"You see. If you dont want to be involve in her mess, I'm warning you to stay away from her" then she left.
It was confusing. I dont even tried to get close to anyone else except to my two friends.
After having our meal, I'm supposed to go back in my classroom when suddenly, I overheard my name.
"What are you planning? You witch! Are you using Mikki Gale Torres for a fame? Look at you, you're so pathetic to cling over her while she seems to ignore you always!"
I was about to ignore it but someone held my arm and dragged me to where the scene is going on. I don't know why I didnt flipped him right after holding my arms. I just let myself being dragged and watched the two girls fighting over something. The stalker is one of the two.
"I just like her" the stalker said.
"Like her? Do you think she'll like being with someone like you? Doesn't you realized that you have to be perfect before she recognized and remember your name?"
I was shocked.
That's not me. It doesn't matter to me if your perfect or not. No one is perfect anyway. Well, that's life and people. Judgemental and cruel.
I shooked my head and yanked the hand who's holding me and left the place.
I dont give a damn. I'm used to it. Being judge anywhere, everywhere, and everytime.
I went to my room and inserted my headset and ignored what's happening around.
The class's over. Like a routine, I got home, eat, study and sleep. Another morning, I went to school earlier than usual. I walked at the abandoned hallway and saw what's written on the board.
Witch Maycy using Mikki Gale Torres for another wicked plans!
Then there were too many comments saying I have to stay away. Some saying it's okay because I'm too arrogant. But what's caught my attention was the comment below, saying that Maycy was trying to be good to me just to be close to Kerr, who they've thought my boyfriend.
This is too childish. Too petty to be exact. What are they? Elementary students? I shooked my head. I went to my class. And as I expected, Mr President came earlier than me.
"Is it true?" he said.
I looked at him frowning.
"You're just talking to a perfect person? That's why it was hard for you to talk back? I bet you cant find one" then a smirk showed on his lips.
I ignored him.
Balderdash.
No one's up to one's explanation so why bother? The gossips doesn't stop for the whole week. It's getting worst rather. My mother called and asked me to pay a visit with her friend and gave me the address.
"Woah! It's damn big! Seriously Miks, this house is bigger than yours!" Lea mouthed.
I just shrugged.
"Who are we visiting anyway?" Kerr asked.
I shook my head. I dont know either. Mom just told me to go here and that's it. The guard let us in and leads us in the receiving area. The maids offered us drinks while waiting for someone. It's weird that they didn't ask our names and the reason why are we here.
"Mikki!" then, without warning with all smile on her face, she hugged me. "Welcome to my place my sister!"
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Teen FictionCOMPLETED. UNEDITED. Teenfiction. Slow-paced. Teen angst.