"I never knew love could feel this good until it came from the person I hated the most."
When Hera lost 50 pounds, she hoped it would catch her bully's attention and make him see her differently. But she realized that the problem wasn't her weight-i...
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As I entered the school, I couldn't help but steal glances at my reflection, making sure every detail of my appearance was immaculate. I smoothed down my uniform, checked for any flyaways out of place.
Heading straight to my locker, I prayed that Heeseung and his entourage wouldn't notice me, wouldn't recognize the transformation I had undergone over the summer. My heart raced with nervous anticipation as I approached, my backpack weighing heavily on my shoulders.
For a moment, it seemed like my plan to go unnoticed was working. I caught a few curious glances from passing students, but none lingered long enough to realize who I was. To them, I was just another face in the crowd, a new girl navigating the halls of high school.
But then, just as I allowed myself to relax, Heeseung turned around, his eyes scanning the hallway until they landed on me. My heart plummeted as I met his gaze, hoping against hope that he wouldn't recognize me. At first, there was a flicker of confusion in his expression, his lips parting slightly as if trying to place where he had seen me before. My pulse quickened as I watched him, fear gripping me in its icy embrace. Then, in an instant, his features shifted, his eyes widening in recognition and a wicked grin spreading across his face like a predator scenting its prey. With each step he took closer to me, my stomach churned with a mixture of dread and apprehension, knowing that whatever came next would only serve to further his cruel games.
As Heeseung approached, my heart pounded against my chest like a frantic drum. The weight of his gaze bore down on me, and I felt like I was suffocating under the intensity of it. With each step he took, my stomach twisted into tighter knots, anticipating what he might say or do.
He beat me straight to my locker, effortlessly leaning against it as if he owned the entire hallway. His presence seemed to fill the space, making it hard to breathe. I tried to focus on putting my books away, but his proximity was suffocating." Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up for another year of humiliation, Park Hera" he sneered, his voice slicing through the air like a razor. I attempted to ignore him, my hands trembling slightly as I shoved my books into my locker with more force than necessary.
Heeseung tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
"What's with the makeover? Trying to impress me?" His words felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder of the power he held over me. I forced a weak smile, my throat feeling dry and constricted. "No, just felt like making a change," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. I was more surprised he hadn't hit me yet, or threw something at me, maybe messed up my hair and clothes.
Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Hmph. Doesn't change the fact that you'll always be the same old loser to me," he declared, his words striking me like a physical blow. I tightened my grip on my books, my knuckles turning white as I fought to maintain my composure. I avoided his gaze, unable to bear the contempt in his eyes. "Just leave me alone Heeseung," I said, I wasn't aware of where the balls in me came from to speak so vaguely to a boy who had no problem breaking every bone in my body.
