S.P.E.L.T (Completed ✅️)

Emra🩷

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I wailed,
my voice echoing in the ground.

"She's mine now. Don't you ever touch her," she declared, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.

It took me a second to register that she was talking to my bullies-those who'd tormented me for years.

Yeonjun who thinks everyone wants him and his girlfriend Tessa  and their other friends Jake and Rickey.

Their expressions twisted into a mix of shock and disbelief, their mouths hanging open as they looked between her and me, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Honestly, I was right there with them.This definitely needed some explanation-a very big reason for why she'd done it.

My gaze locked onto hers, her amber eyes flickered with something mischievous.

She winked, her lips curling into a small, secretive smile as she subtly motioned for me to follow her.
A silent invitation I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept.But before I knew it, she'd taken my hand, her grip firm yet gentle, guiding me away from the stunned crowd and towards the cafeteria.

As we sat down at a small table, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the salty aroma of fries, she started to speak.

"I'm sorry, hon. I know this was..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced at my phone, still displaying the Wattpad homepage.

She smiled softly, and I felt my stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

I needed to ask her-why? Why had she done it?Thankfully, she didn't make me wait long for an explanation.

"Those awful people kept making jokes about you. I don't know, you just looked so sweet and innocent, and I thought..." She paused, as if searching for the right words.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, not entirely convinced but too intrigued to stop her.

"What did they say now?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee, trying to steady the rising tide of emotions inside me.

"They said you were ugly, and..." She hesitated, her amber eyes darkening with something that looked like sadness.

"I'm sorry, but they said you were too ugly and that you'd never get asked out and stay single for the rest if your life"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I could see the genuine regret in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together as if she wished she could take the words back.I swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to cry. That was so mean, and yet, painfully familiar.

"I... I'm straight," I managed to stammer, more out of a need to say something than a real declaration.But she didn't seem to hear that part. Instead, she continued with a soft laugh,

"But you should've seen their faces. It was worth it."And, well, yeah-it was.

I'd never seen my bullies more shocked, more thrown off balance. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"So, is it true you've never had friends here?" she asked, wiping her lips with a napkin-those same Y/N lips that had kissed me barely an hour ago, now talking to me like we'd been besties for years."Yes," I replied with a half-smile, setting my empty coffee cup down.

It felt strange, this sudden shift in my life, as if I was standing at the edge of something entirely new.

"Well, maybe that's gonna change..." She leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"I'm Kim Emra."Her name, as she said it, seemed to hold a weight of its own. Emra reached out her hand, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as our fingers touched.

Her grip was firm, her palm warm, and for a moment, it felt like she was anchoring me to something solid in a world that had just tilted off its axis.

I stared down at our intertwined hands, my heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks burning with a blush I couldn't control.

"Oh... I'm-I'm Tamrah," I finally managed to say, feeling my voice catch in my throat.

"Unique name," she commented, her grip tightening just slightly, as if she didn't want to let go.

"Aha... thanks," I laughed, the sound awkward and forced, not quite covering up how nervous I felt.

Very soon, I learned that my 19-year-old friend was a millionaire. I didn't even have to ask her,her outfits made sure I knew.

My DMs exploded with messages from guys begging me to convince her to date them, to be their ticket into her world.

It was crazy. The girl everyone wanted was my best friend.

Sometimes, I would feel a pang of jealousy so sharp it hurt.

Was it my fault she was so pretty? And if, God forbid, I ever developed a crush, wouldn't he be more likely to prefer her over me?But what I couldn't understand was why.

Why me? She could have chosen anyone to be her friend, anyone from her own batch, or someone just as dazzling as she was.

Yet, she chose me.She was either gay, or... I was more special than I thought.To her, maybe.God... what is up with this?