Chapter 7: The Smirking Prince

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*Lauren's POV*

-School-

"See *kiss* you *kiss* later, *kiss* sweetcake", Drake told me those between kisses. I giggle because I really find it sexy of him.

Deym! I don't know if I could still live without him kissing me.

"Your spacing out again Shar!", he chuckled. "I really have to go now".

"Oh Sorry Gangster Love", as I roll my eyes. I don't really like the part where me and him should go separate ways.

I watch as his back fades together with  distance. The reason why I hate being afar from him is that, I've got no friends. People are so afraid of just being near me because of the fear that Drake will sentenced them to death.

This is the perk of having a boyfriend who is known to be the notorious super-duper bad boy. Just one time, a transferee has shared with me a table in the cafeteria. We had a small talk and I'm kind of enjoying the conversation when in a blink of an eye, he came flying 10 meters away from me. Credits to my one and only Brayden Drake Costanza.

After that cafeteria encounter, no one dared to come near me because I'm not likeable. They're just taking caution not to be in so much trouble.

I sigh. As I pass the corridor, they all keep quiet and smile at me. No one dared to say anything but I still acknowledge that they still have shown me gratitude and kindness. I just smiled back at them and try to speed up my walking.

I thank all the Gods that I'm now in my room. Again, my classmates just give me a sincere smile but didn't dare to say a word. I just can't take this anymore.

"Uhm? Classmates? Can I have a favor?", I said almost on my most desperate tone.

"Anything for you Lauren", they all said in unison.

"Guys, please treat me like a normal girl." Now, I'm really begging.

Jace Figueroa, our class president stand up. "We'd like to Lauren, but it is in the rule that our death may follow if someone messes with you", he said as if talking to our terror class adviser. He's being extra careful with his words.

"Oh shoot! Damn Drake! I almost forgot that my name is in our student handbook and is almost pinned in all bulletin boards.

I try to be more welcoming and kind by giving them my sweetest smile. "Oh? Is that the reason why you're all afraid to talk to me? Or just even stand near me?", I asked innocently.

They just give me a nod. I chuckled. "Silly! Drake will not be pleased if they hear you addressing me Shar. He'll not bother, if you know what name to call me.", I almost choke with how hilarious a simple rule can affect my social relationship with my classmates.

"Oh? Is that true Lauren?", Carmel asked me, her eyes glimmer with excitement. "Because, I really want to be your friend the moment I met you",she said shyly.

I giggled. I come near her to give her a hug. "You don't know how happy I am that someone really want to be my friend".

My classmates give us a round of applause. In my entire existence, I feel like I have a place to come home. This is one of the moments that I will never ever forget.

Carmel hold my hand and said "Bestiest?", giving me a sweet smile.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

They all laugh with my reaction. "That's how Carmel addressed her friends. But, yours a little bit special. She calls me Best. I bet this time, she'll stop annoying us. She really wants to have a real conversation with you.", April said as if lecturing a 5 year old girl.

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