𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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Regan sat down, trying to not look at anyone. However, students kept glancing and even staring at her. She didn't know why they couldn't mind their own business and leave her alone.

But this had been going on for so long. Literally everywhere, and she didn't have any better thing to do. They had their own mind. She wasn't going to force them not to look.

She knew that the looks were disdainful and mocking. She couldn't help but blame her appearance, although she had years that she had stopped worrying over her appearance.

Just when she thought that was finally eating in peace, she noticed a red haired girl coming closer to the table.

Her red hair was long and dyed. She wore light makeup and her outfit was cute for a popular girl though, with a pink top paired with a black miniskirt, transparent leggings with black and pink hearts, and black shiny boots that made her look taller than she already was. There were two other girls behind her, both giving the same vibe.

This school doesn't even have dress code, Regan thought. She was grateful that no one said a thing about the knee ripped jeans she wore, even though it wasn't very notable.

"Hey, so you're the new weirdo I've heard about, right?" the red haired teased with a mischievous smirk.

Regan rolled her eyes at the nickname. A lot of people have called her a weirdo. But today was her first day, and she didn't expect jokes and taunts that fast.

"Yes, why?" she replied tersely with a cold voice showing disinterest.

"So, you're agreeing that you're a weirdo?" The girl mocked with her dumb fake sweet voice. "I'd do the same if I had such a signature scar in my face," her voice was louder and got the attention from other students, making them chuckle at her remarks.

"And? What's your problem?" Regan snapped.

"Problem? What kind of problem could I have with a nerd like you? You are stupid and you're ugly. You're not fit here and should be grateful you're in that school," she sneered and took a sip of her soda.

Regan's blood boiled at her words, and her fists clenched. She saw how everyone was watching the theater. From their faces she could straight see the mockery.

"I don't owe you anything," Regan retorted, "Just mind your own damn business and you'll be good."

The crowd from the cafeteria gasped. The girl's expression darkened.

Regan quickly felt insecure, wishing that she could have stayed quiet like always or to not have come in the cafeteria at all. But the fact of being insulted didn't get along with her pride.

"How dare you?!" the meanie hissed with an annoying high-pitched voice, "Do you know who I am?"

"Who the hell cares who you are?"

"Look there you idiot, I so easily can expel you from here, and you won't be able to do anything about it! Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've been hearing that a lot. Now, get out of my sight. Or better, I'll get you out of my sight." Regan stood and headed out of the cafeteria. She heard her ranting a bunch of bullshit but didn't care.

She walked outside and thought about eating there. At the same time, she was fuming with anger.

A few people were around, Regan didn't like crowded places, but she didn't like deserted places either.

She sat on the shade of a tree in a bench and began to eat but then heard footsteps. A girl was coming and when Regan noticed, her frustration raised. Why was this girl coming? Was she one of those jerks?