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SCARS OF SHAME (Part 6)

Blyana walked into Hydrelin with a heavy heart, her body weighed down by the effects of the cold she had contracted, a direct consequence of Brezzy's ill-fated experiment with expired milk. Reluctant to encounter her tormentor, Blyana wished to avoid Brezzy at all costs. Yet, for Brezzy, this served only as a convenient pretext to declare her mission: to torment Blyana Cassidy relentlessly, until she was reduced to begging for mercy—a thought that held a certain poetic quality.

Brezzy loitered near Blyana's locker, intent on making her day miserable from the outset. As Blyana approached, she took small, weary steps, her energy sapped by the cold that ravaged her body. The mere act of walking felt like a challenge, and she could scarcely muster the strength to endure the perspiration trickling down her skin. To make matters worse, the inflammation in her throat rendered her voice but a whisper, intensifying her suffering.

Blyana ambled towards her locker, her gaze fixed downward on the floor, lost in her thoughts and unaware of Brezzy's presence. Suddenly, Brezzy thrust her leg into Blyana's line of sight. The unexpected obstruction pulled Blyana from her reverie, dawning on her the realization that Brezzy was indeed waiting for her, poised to unleash yet another round of bullying. The gravity of the situation hit her; she had not anticipated this confrontation.

"What is your problem? I am not in the mood today!" Blyana exclaimed, her annoyance palpable. Brezzy clenched her teeth at the sound of Blyana's voice, a surge of anger rising within her. The hallway was crowded, and she knew that many had overheard the exchange, despite the low volume of Blyana's words. To make matters worse, her minions stifled giggles nearby, their amusement only adding fuel to Brezzy's ire. With a sharp glare directed at them, she silenced their laughter in an instant.

Brezzy struggled to contain the tempest of her anger as Blyana unexpectedly brushed past her, bypassing the obstacle she had posed. The audacity of Blyana's disregard for her irritated Brezzy further. Fueled by a surge of rage, she seized Blyana's hair in a tight fist, her fingers tangling in the strands as she yanked her backward. With her other hand, she forcefully gripped Blyana's chin, holding her face in a vice-like grasp.

Blyana struggled against Brezzy's iron grip, her hair caught painfully in the other girl's fist. The sensitivity of her scalp heightened her distress, each tug sending jolts of discomfort through her body. Just as the humiliation threatened to engulf her, her gaze fell upon Carson approaching through the gathering crowd.

Blyana summoned every ounce of strength she had because she could not be embarrassed in front of Carson, her fingers gripping Brezzy's wrist with surprising determination. With a swift motion, she shoved Brezzy's hand away, freeing herself from the painful grasp. The sudden release ignited a flicker of defiance within her, and she staggered back, using the distance to regain her composure.

Carson felt a surge of fury welling up inside him, an overwhelming urge to deliver a sharp slap to Brezzy's face. Yet, despite the contempt he felt toward her trashy behavior, he struggled to reconcile his anger with the remnants of their friendship. Brezzy's actions were reckless, but his overriding concern lay with Blyana. The sight of her beleaguered and vulnerable in the face of Brezzy's intimidation was unbearable.

Clenching his fists, Carson approached the volatile scene, intent on diffusing the escalating tension. He knew that Blyana could be far more formidable than she appeared; her strength and resolve were untested and lurking beneath the surface. If provoked further, she might unleash a side of herself he had never witnessed, one that could spell trouble for Brezzy—and possibly for everyone around her.

He understood that she possessed the fortitude to navigate the tempest alone; her inner strength was as formidable as the steel of blades, unyielding and unbreakable. Yet, beneath the fervor of his admiration lay a profound tenderness, an abiding affection that blossomed deep within his heart. He was in love with her—a love that compelled him to leap into the fray, to shield her from harm, even when he knew she could withstand the weight of a thousand burdens, could face ten bullets without flinching.

This love, both a blessing and a torment, unfurled in the quiet recesses of his mind, urging him to act not merely as a guardian but as a beacon of solace amidst the chaos. He saw the fire that dwelled within her, a blazing spirit capable of conquering mountains, yet it was the vulnerability he glimpsed beneath that tempestuous facade that drove him to protect her fiercely. In her eyes, he beheld not just strength, but a complexity that stirred a profound ache within him—a desire to be her anchor, to steady the storm that churned in her depths.

As he surveyed the turmoil unfolding before them, his heart wrestled with the dichotomy of her independence and his longing to shelter her from the harshness of the world. He was acutely aware that what she needed most was to blaze her own path, yet the fierce ache of love gnawed at him, compelling him to stand at her side, ready to defend against whatever shadows threatened to engulf her.

"Brezzy, this isn't the way to handle things!" Carson called out, his voice steady but urgent as he positioned himself between the two girls.

But Carson was caught off guard when Blyana abruptly pushed him away. "Don't meddle in our business for my sake, at least," she said sharply, her voice cold and unyielding. The weight of her words struck him, causing a ripple of confusion and concern to wash over him.

Blyana's demeanor had shifted; her eyes, now imbued with an intensity that was both dreadful and unnerving, bore down on Carson. He felt the weight of her menacing gaze, a silent accusation that pierced through him, leaving him feeling vulnerable and hurt. Her harsh tone sliced through the tension, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of humiliation swell within him as he confronted her unfaltering resolve.

The once-familiar warmth in their connection had transformed into an impenetrable wall, and Carson struggled to comprehend the sudden shift. It was as if the Blyana he knew—compassionate and insightful—had morphed into someone unrecognizable, someone who stood ready to face down any threat alone, even at his expense. But this was far from the truth, Blyana wanted him to not get into any trouble because of her, she hurt him a little for his good, and he would not get himself into trouble.

Carson halted in his place being hurt but still had that emotionless face on him made both of them hurt in their hearts, but then he turned around and went away from the crowd.But he still could not keep his anger still for a long time as he cared for Blyana a lot and eventually was walking back towards the crowd.

"Don't you dare touch me again, with those filthy hands!" Blyana exclaimed, her bold and dangerous with a glimpse of calmness which made it even scary and worse for breezy as their eyes were locked with each other. The anger mingling within her transformed into a tenacious resolve. She could feel the eyes of her classmates upon her, hovering between shock and anticipation, a mixture of sympathy for her plight and curiosity about what would happen next.

Brezzy was taken aback by the unexpected resistance but the moment of shock quickly morphed into irritation, her bravado still intact.

"Don't think you can get away that easily, Cassidy!" Brezzy shot back, her voice dripping with venom. However, the presence of Carson lingering nearby, a protective aura radiating from him, seemed to shift the dynamics in the hallway.

Standing tall, Blyana had a lot of confidence. She squared her shoulders and held her ground, ready to face whatever challenge Brezzy would throw her way next. 

Brezzy took a lighter out making everyone in the crowd including Carson and Blyana filled with perplexity, but Blyana knew this was something dangerous that Brezzy could pull in her anger towards Blyana.

Blyana still had a poker face on knowing it could be something dangerous, as Brezzy lit up the lighter, her minion took a piece of big cloth out, -a cloth which could catch fire in an instant- Blyana had a tiny peek through what could happen but she kept quiet, staring at her.

But then suddenly......

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