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"Effie, don't forget your lunchbox!" Mom yelled when I was about to hop in my car. I rolled my eyes and went back to the kitchen and grabbed my pink small bag containing of my healthy lunch.

"Bye mom!" I yelled and immediately hopped in my Fiat 500; my baby. When I reached the school after a lot of high speeding and a fast and furious scene of driving, I immediately hopped out and slammed my door gathering all my things including my freaking books that I didn't get a chance to put in my locker.

I really hate walking fast when I'm holding my things but I'm really late so I need to run like a freaking cheetah before my teacher gives me a detention. I passed the football field and I'm now hearing the first bell inside the school's building.

"Fuck my alarm clock, and now I'm going to detention for being late!" I muttered to myself. My glasses are now slipping off, I should've worn my contacts. Meters away from the building I walked really fast until someone bumped into me.

"Shit!" My things just scattered everywhere including my glasses. When I reached it I quickly wore it glaring at the person I want to kill today.

"You should watch where you're going!" He knelt down and picked up his novel. He must've been reading a book that's why we bumped into each other. I confess, he's cute and I know this guy but I'm too mad to process his cuteness.

I scooped my books on the ground. "Watch where I'm going? You're the one who's reading a goddamn book while walking! You should watch where you're going!"

He just scowled at me, "If you weren't running in a No Running zone, this will never happen!" He pointed at the signage hanging on a tree.

I heard the second bell rang inside the school's building signaling that I am really late. I glared at him, "I hate you!"

"The feeling is mutual!" He yelled at me when I purposely bumped his shoulder and went inside the building.

Anyway, he was Paul Thompson. Michael's friend and the least bully in their group. He wasn't really a bully as I've observed these past few years, he just read books and he even rarely hang out with them. But after he bumped into me, no wonder he's so much like Michael.