How It All Began

#2

VALENTINA

A lot of people say that if you want your life to change, you have to do something new.

But I think rather than doing something new, you should go back and face something familiar.

Or someone familiar.

That's why I decided to move back to my old city.

A city I despised for the memories I haven't been able to forget. Memories which made my heart beat faster. But not because of being powerless.

Because of anger.

White hot anger boiling my insides, gurgling as a steaming, burning bucket filled with lava.

I am not a helpless bullied girl I was back then.

Not anymore.

I will show everyone how strong I've gotten. I will fight for my cause.

They wouldn't break me down like my former weak, stupid self. I am not going to bow to their commands.

🏈🏈🏈

“I was wondering if you would go on a date with me,” I heard a girl talking from my spot on the seats by the playing field.

I knew she was going to confess her feelings. I heard her talking to her friends just a minute before.

She was quite beautiful. Short, skinny, with beautiful straight blond hair clipped in a high ponytail. One of those cute small types.

Boy's eyes examined her body, stopping for a moment at her chest.

He was one of the football players. You couldn't get that one wrong.

They were walking around my university in their flashy football jackets, flashing smug smiles. Even now, he didn't disappoint me.

He and his teammates chuckled and exchanged amused glances. I knew what was coming, so I showed my book inside my bag.

“I would,” he said, what made the girl's eyes sparkle with joy.

Don't jump in conclusion so quickly, girl.

“But I can't see any tits on you, what makes you practically a boy. I promise the day I turn gay, I'll knock on your dorm room and take you on the best date ever.”

His mates started hoarsely laughing, as tears welled in girl's eyes. She started hysterically crying as her friends grabbed her hands and dragged her to the exit of the playing field.

This was my cue to step in.

Placing my poker expression on my face, I rounded the seats and leaned back against the cold metal bar separating them from the green grassy field.

A few boys already noticed me, one of them poked the arrogant one's shoulder, tilting his chin my way.

“That wasn't nice what you said to her,” I said, not waiting for him to make eye contact with me.

“Who are you to care?” he replied with a frown on his face. “Was I supposed to agree no matter what she looked like? I think I only stated the truthful facts.”

That's why I hated most of the people.

Who were they?! How could they judge others? No one is perfect. There was a reason why this saying existed.

“Oh, really? Let me state some facts too,” I snapped right back at him.

His brows furrowed and he opened his mouth to say something, but I already started.