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Chapter 36: When we met p.2

A/n: The image above is drawn by me, enjoy.

Ben Tennyson

You knew him, everyone else in your elementary school, not so much. Besides his best friend J.T of course. The two would talk constantly to one another during class, taking the chance to goof off. During recess, you had spotted them playing a card game that was popular among your peers, as you stayed indoors to place a whoopee cushion underneath the pillow of your least favorite teacher chair.

The while you transferred to your new classroom, you noticed how they were rather...close. J.T. and Ben were best friends in the first-grade till now. You had never understood what "true" friend means. No so-called true friend is going to take a bullet for you, was what you though.
You couldn't care less what other people are doing in their lives, well, you did if something bad happens, it just you barely mix with anyone you age, especially with the girls who thought you were too "weird" for them because you prefer doing so much and will to get dirty in the mud in the rainy day, or splash in puddles whenever you get the chance.
Not that you preferred to be alone, it was the opposite. You wanted someone who can relate and enjoy your company.
The people you met were mainly acquaintances, people you've met and helped you catch up on what you missed, way without having any expectation of return.

You felt the unbearable, creepy, prickly feeling grab hold of you again, in the hallway as you passed the two boys who chatted away about whatever nine-year-olds boys chatted about.

It was him again, the annoying boy

You turned around to where he was, catching him red-handed, staring at you, you clenched your fist in a threatening manner, mouthing "Get lost or you'll get it for sure." You would have laughed at how fast he began to walk, leaving his friend to question his sudden action. His actions displayed yesterday in class made you feel pathetic and weak.
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"Shrimp!" the last minutes of class was memorable, no-painful, only for the victim who dared crossed you. They played a little game called, 'Who can piss _______ the most?' apparently, a game when they would enjoy picking an unlucky victim and point out the"flaws" about them that are noticeable.
"Pipsqueak!" a girl joined in on the "fun", assuming it was okay to join, away so she doesn't get left out.
Ignoring was the best idea you could ever think of, you silently thanked your mother for the advice, and drank from your juice box, as all the words fell into deaf ears.
"Dwarf!"
"Elf!"
"How's the weather down there? Little one!"
I mean, C'mon! They're going to make fun of you because you're only a few inches shorter than everyone else? That's pathetic!

"Midget!" all right, they got the reaction they wanted, but you only flinched because that hit a nerve. Cash goal was to see you crumble under his feet. You question why he was randomly transferred to one of your classrooms when it has already been a month.

Unsatisfied, Cash huffed, standing directly behind you, you turned away, seated on the top of your desk minding your business. He stared at the back of your head when you refused to show any sort of anger. It was then he thought it was a good idea, to pull you (h/c) locks just to watch you scream like a baby.
In the corner of your eyes, Ben stood not too far, staring at the group of people surrounding your desk with J.T, wondering what you'll do in the situation-
You let out an eina cry, feeling your strands of (h/c) hair being pulled back, almost as if it was being pulled out of your very scalp. You leaned away,  getting out of whoever it was that was hurting you.
You grimaced, touching the aching spot of your hair that you thought was gone, head aching, you looked over your shoulder, face to face with Cash Murray. Who had nothing but little strings of (h/c) hair in his hand...

"What the heck !?" you grumbled, "What did you do that for!?" Sure he was a jerk but didn't think he would pull something as rude as this.

"Hey," he grinned mischievously, "The seven dwarfs called, they want their midget back!"
He reached out to grab your loose hair again. Out of pure reflex, you grabbed hold of his writs, crushing it under your grip, feeling your stomach burn as if it was on fire.