Faking

Chapter 5

It was another day at Montarlo's Boy High School.

I woke up extra early today to eat breakfast.

When I arrived at the dining hall, I looked around for a table to sit on.

I noticed people staring at me but I avoided eye contact. I was not going to let them scare me.

I walked towards the food stand and got some pancakes, waffles, and bacon.

Yumm~

I went to sit on the table I sat on yesterday when I noticed something slamming against my face.

The thing slid down and I noticed that it was an egg.

Soon, more eggs were thrown at me and a whole bag of flour was poured on top of me.

I just stood there still.

I looked around to find out who it was when I noticed everyone looking at me.

Jack, the stylish dude, smirked at me and said, "That's what you get for not choosing a group weirdo!"

Everyone started laughing at me.

My eyes were getting watery, but I shook my head telling myself I wouldn't let this get to me.

I was not going to cry.

As I was about to walk to my table again, someone pulled out their foot blocking my way.

Guess what happened next?

I tripped and fell on my food.

I could feel all my pancake syrup on my face and I heard all the laughter.

I was literally going to cry.

No.

I shook my head again and tried to stand up.

As I stood up, I noticed Tristan looking at me sympathetically. Unlike him, Grayson wasn't even looking at me.

He was the one who made me this way.

I didn't know what made me do it but I was running back towards the food stand.

I grabbed the whole bottle of syrup.

I ran back towards Grayson.

I ran up to him and he looked at me like I was crazy.

Maybe I was.

I smiled at him and said, "Don't mess with me."

I poured all of the syrup on top of his head and just smirked at him.

He looked shocked.

In the background, I could hear gasps, but what was the loudest was Vincent's voice.

He said, "That's my man!"

I rolled my eyes and was about to leave when someone grabbed my arm.

It was Grayson.

He was glaring at me and if looks could kill, then I would be dead by now.

He said, "What do you think you're doing?"

I just smiled sweetly at him and said, "Greeting you good morning."

He narrowed his eyes at me and suddenly stood up twisting my arm.

I gasped because it hurt so much.

I told him to let go but he wouldn't.

I was about to kick him when he turned me around and pulled me towards him.