Caesar's Rose

Chapter 8

🌹ROSE🌹

"Yo, is that blue panties i see?!" One of the boys behind the awful boy that just pushed me said out loud, pointing at my legs.

My heart dropped as I looked down. My dress is being raised up and my thighs are exposed. My cheeks heated up in total embarrassment as I quickly pull down my dress. Everyone laughed.

My tears flowed.

I hate this school already.

"That's the ugliest panties I have ever seen." The boy that pushed me said, making everyone laugh the more.

I dropped my gaze, closing my eyes as more tears flowed.

"You can't even afford good panties? Then why show it off?!"

Everyone continue laughing.

His voice sent a pain in my heart. What did I do to him?

I didn't intentionally bump into him

"Aww, the little thing is crying." The other boy said.

Someone squatted down to me, making me shift a little. I took a glance of the person and I saw it is the boy that pushed me. I dropped my gaze instantly, sniffling.

Everyone are still looking at me. All their attention is on me. This is public disgrace.

He reached for my hair.

I flinched a little.

"Ew," he said, looking at his palm.

"Zach," he called, extending his hand to the person he just called and the person gave him a napkin he used to wipe his palm.

"Now, why did I touch your disgusting hair?" He asked, making me look down and clench on my dress.

"You look unfamiliar. I have never seen you before." He said.

My heart pounded relentlessly.

"Are you new?"

I clenched my dress tighter.

"Speak, Lady blue panties," the other boy said, making everyone laugh again.

More tears dropped down my eyes and my gaze is still focused down.

"We were expecting six scholarships freaks. Only five resumed yesterday. You must be the sixth freak." The boy squatting infront of me said.

Everyone laughed.

How did he know how many we are?

"Bump into me again, and your panties won't be the only thing the whole school will see." He threatened calmly.

Terror ran down my spine.

"That's enough, Mr Imperial." A male voice said, claiming everyone's attention.

"Principal Gramps." I heard students whispering as they dispersed and continue with their businesses.

The boy in front of me heaved a sigh as he got on his feet.

"Principles Gramps, good day, sir," the boy said, walking towards the man standing in front of us, they call principal. He is dressed in a corporate attire and wearing an unpleasant look with his glasses on. His both hands are behind him.

He looks like he is in his fifties and not someone you could mess with.

"How are you today?" The boy asked as he placed his both hands on the principal shoulders. As if they are best of friends or age mates.