**Highest ranking: #51 in YoungAdultReads as of 11/8/18**
**Earlier known as Just Confused**
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Senior year at St.Anthony's is supposed to go smooth for Eline, the most adored and the most prestigious student of the school. She could then apply fo...
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I laugh loudly, looking at my computer screen.
Confused?
Let me rewind you to how I indirectly sent a message of approval to Emma's lunch offer. That got me mad for the whole school hour, with lots of moments of confusion, wondering whether to break it out to my friends.
I have been warned by my friends enough, read enough stories and watched enough movies to know just how arrogant and girly they act.
"Stay away from them," they said when I first arrived at school. I didn't know the reason back then. It's not like I know any better now , but I have heard quite some stories to put my guard up around them.
How snobby can they even get? I am yet to find out.
So in order to arm myself from those dangerous plastic heads, I am sitting on my bed, cross legged, checking online all the comebacks available.
My eyes check the site for more comebacks. One comeback catches my eyes
Bully: Hey nerd, ever heard of mean girls? Bother to even read one? Or just stuck with your nerdy books?
You: Why bother reading one when you can see one everyday?
Wait.
Who even asks that question in the first place? That definitely is a flop.
I yawn, rubbing my eyes and trying my best to stay awake. I can't believe that I have dedicated the whole day to reading this. I can imagine my red bloodshot eyes, staring widely at the screen. I try convincing myself to stay up a little later. The only days I sleep late is for exam. This is already a risk for me. Being awake at 8:00pm , my parents will burn me to death, if they ever find out.
Accepting my defeat, I proceed to shut the laptop before I hear a knock on my door. I scrunch my eyebrows.
Oh, sh*t, if it's my parents, I better be dead.
Quickly preparing myself for their arrival, I grab my bedsheet, quickly take the laptop, push it down my bed, adjust my pillow and lay down, shutting my eyes.
The knock continues. My stomach twists itself in knots.
I hear an aftermath of silence, and find myself sighing relief.
Just when I thought they left, the door knob twists.
Oh sh*t.
The door creaks and I feel soft footsteps. I shut my eyes further, tying to look as sleep-drowned as possible.
"Eline," the voice says grumpily. Wait, it's not Ma's. Hmm, it's masculine.
