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Chappie Three 👾

Van's POV.

The thought that I'd see everything normal, disappointed me.

Hundreds of people surrounded the whole school, there were people in the balconies, cars, roofs, they are literally everywhere.

They were swarming the car. The car moved in turtle paces, stopping everytime a person blocks it. The deafening honks of the horn repeatedly blew.

"Run on them.", I suggested as I put on my glasses. Because the flashes can surprisingly pass through the window.

He chuckled as he pressed the horn for a longer time.

Some of the people are banging the the car, some of them pushed it that shook the whole vehicle.

Alex rolled his window down. "Fuck off!", He shouted.

Then closed back immediately before they could take pictures of me.

As the van approach the gates, the gates had a difficult time opening since the people refused to move away, some of them hanging on the grills holding banners of my pictures. Which I don't appreciate anymore.

Now the gates are opened enough for the vehicle to enter.

The people inside must be consisted only by highschool students. So if I'm lucky, there won't be any paparazzis swarming to me, except for the possible fans inside.

But I'm always unfortunate, right after I stepped out the van, the screams, applaud of people made me deaf. They were continuously shouting my name, shouting I love you, that I returned with a smile, that made them more crazier.

Right now I feel like a guilty narcissist, it's just true!

Only if you could be in my shoes, which is impossible. Because it's exclusive.

The guards clung to my arms as they pushed through the people. Alex already maneuvering the car to leave.

The people were touching some parts I don't like. Someone even touched my ass, which I responded by shouting;

"Hey".

These people can't keep their hands to themselves.

After leading me inside, the agony didn't stop from there, there were people everywhere, crowding the hallways.

I was like a rug doll dragged anywhere without power. The two muscly guards dragged me to a classroom and locked it before people could push it.

The two muscly guards finally let go of me. They were panting. Their armpits wet with sweat. Which I found disgusting?

[He's kind of unsure what he thinks about the sweat but he thinks it hot without the clothes. Hihihi]

I dusted my clothes as if there was any dirty on them. I can hear the PA system announcing something I can't understand because of the noise outside. After a few minutes the crowd gradually dispersed while the others reluctantly stayed begging my guards to take just one selfie.

I really don't feel like going to school anymore. People here are going to endlessly bug me here and even freely hate me here.

I was sitting on an armchair, with my hands inside my pocket.

When my bodyguard walked and sat beside me.

"Hey you okay?", I recognized the guy since he already removed his sunglasses. Ben.

He's the one who defended me at the bar when I got a little fight with another guy. I remember him carrying me home drunk, as I continuously blabber nonsense.