I'm good, I'm good. I'm done.
Tiring.
"Carla!" someone shouts my names makes me turn around.
I'm sweating like a pig, why did I choose to run like crazy? People busy cheering me to run up faster and I know they mocking me for having a short legs.
I searching my hair band trough my lockers in the P. A gulf changing room. "where is it" I murmured alone.
It's hot here and I can't even feel the air conditioner that was above my locker.
Finally after searching for a seconds, I found the hair band with little ribbon on it, purple with polka-dot ribbon. I mean, I like purples and polka-dot, they cute and pretty. Purple is shining.
I tie my hair that was lying above my shoulders, I bring my hands to circle around it and pull into messy tie hair. I don't have a comb, someone stole it few days ago when I left my locker open to get my P.E shirt.
Poor maybe.
I'm sweating.
"Carla" someone call my name and I forgot that someone call my name few minutes ago.
I smile when I saw the face of a tall girl, blonde hair that's was lying on her waist. I smiles before pull her hair.
She yelp.
"ah, oi! What you doing Carl!" she yelp.
"I miss you, Brittany Laedvent" I say hugging my only and one best friend that loyal to me.
Brittany is a great person I've ever met. And she's single like me. She protect me if someone insult me when I myself can handle it. She say 'best friend should help each other' and we help each other.
I mean, we've been friend since we're in diapers. She pretty, tall, well talented and rich. I'm not depending on her. I don't like burden peoples around me.
"violent and crime you are Carl, I'm innocent" she say and I laugh at her. I look up to meet her eyes, I frown to myself. She so tall. I wonder what did she eat to be tall like this.
She's like, 165 centimeters. What do you think? 165 centimeters, Britanny and 149 centimeters is me. How many gap is it?
So everytime I walk beside her they think I was her sibling, ten tears apart siblings. Bitch.
"you got an ex Brit, so you not innocent anymore" I say and her cheek flushed, I shrug
I know she remembered the day when they kiss, touch each other and almost.... Each other?
She hit me.
"at least I'm virgin, I'm not going to fall for anyone, man to be exact, again no!" she say ad I proud of her. She's not ashamed that she's a virgin, in fact she proud that she not losing her virginity to wrong man.
"yeah, yeah. Let's go to the History!" I say and she threw her arm on my shoulders. I can't put my hands on her shoulder, I will be lift up.
.....
"we're not late, just in time." she say before open the door that in front of us.
We sigh in relieve when we see no teacher at the front desk and see some students inside.
"let's go" Brit say and pulled my hands behind her. I grip my book tight.
When we enter all of the people's attention at us, well at Me. They observing me and some of hem manage to pull out a giggles I mean like a loud voice giggle
"shut up, will you?" I say and the person mocking my voice. All the students laugh at me.
"awe, is little girl scare?" the person who busy mocking me is, Steward Dranklyn. The very annoying man. I hate him.
"bitch, I'm not scared, you scared me by your stupid dumb and the stupidest face of your" I say sarcastically and his face reddening a bit.
"tiny little girl don't have a man to laid down with tonight" he say and all the students laughing out loud filling the room. I huff in annoying.
"virgin people's are very good and fresh while the one who's not virgin is disgusting, smell fishy and not fresh" I fired back and he scoff, throwing his head back as he laughing out loud. Guess, he lose.
"you, tiny little girl no one want to be with you. You're ugly, shameless, short and flat and have a pair of chubby cheeks" he say out of anger. My face reddening when he say 'flat'. I'm not flat.
I huff in anger bad without realizing my actions, i slap him. Hard across his cheeks.
My eyes widening when I realized what I've doing. I look at Brit and she bit her lip before grip my forearm.
Steward turn his face to saw me with his eyes full of anger, flame and fire burning inside his eyes. I'm sorry, didn't mean to-
"how dare you! You, no one want you. You should know that!" he say stepping forward to me until my back feel the wall behind me, I stay still.
"and, you should never ever-" he say wen a loud voice interrupting is and all the student's head turn toward the voice.
"I want her, you let go"
I blink twice, if it's a Dream then let me put of it. I don't to know if this reality. Short girl being bullied by a tall man by 178 centimeters, steward Dranklyn.
"wow, man why you bullied this girl?" he say while taps steward's shoulder in manly well. And I can't see how annoying steward is by his presence.
"well, Calter what are you doing here?"
Calter look at me and the people's surroundings him before scratching the back of his neck and chuckles. Stewards look at him.
He wink at me before slid his palm to intertwine with mine. My eyes bulged out, stare at him as he pull me to his side.
"to take what's mine"
I gasp even more when he say that, even Brittany gasp as she gave me the 'better explain this with details, later' look. I gulp before nods a little at her.
I look at Calter who busy having a stare battle with steward.
"wait no-"
The boys look at me and I could feel the air between them, become so much tense. I gulp before locking my gazes with Calter Quennbeth.
I can't believe I stare at him.
"please don't do this to me...." I whispered at him as he watch how my lips moving. He sigh lowly before release my wrist slowly.
But not fully, his palm still lingering around my wrist.
"mess with her and you got the consequences" he threatened steward I face-palming.
I told him to stop but he threatened him. Geez, I don't understand man. Too complicated.
"where else you can find a perfect man like me?" he whispered, and I look at me weirdly.
Is he self praising self?
"wait what-"
"I watching you bud" Calter said to steward as I watch him doing the 'watching you' gestures at steward. He weird but cocky.
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The Short Girl.
Fanfiction"should I lift you up?" . Being a short girl, isn't what she proud of. Being taunting and being calling cute, she hated. People treat and makes her like she was still a little girl. She's a tough one. She don't cry easily and she don't get mad easil...