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    Katie POV

         7:15 AM

            I saw him.

            The him who bumped into me
             earlier ago.

            The him who is, the bully.

            “Oh my God, Out of all the
              people, why him.” I thought to
                                myself.

            No way it could have been him.

           I observed him carefully. He was
            sitting on a chair along with his
            gang. His right arm on the back
            part of his chair and his left leg
            on the top of the other.

          He was wearing the men's
            school uniform. He had
            unbuttoned his top button while
            wearing his red tie. I could
            notice his sweat on his neck.

           His eyes looked beautiful but at
             the same time, mad. He had that
             serious look spot on. His hair
             was rumbled but it was suited
             for him anyways.

            As I was looking at him, we
              accidentally made eye contact.
              Damn his sharp eyes.
              “Welp, I'm in trouble now.” I
              thought and gulped.

            He slowly gets up and walks
               towards me. Sh*t, this is bad.
               His friends follow him.

            “Hey.” he said, glaring at me.

             I decide to ignore.

             He raised his head and rolled
                his eyes.

            “Hey.” he said, in a more
                irritated tone. He slammed
                his fist on the table. Then
                everyone in the classroom
                took notice.

             The others started whispering
                and others were trying to
                ignore it.

             Being tired of waiting for an
               answer. He just took my
               glasses. f*ck.

             “Hoy! That's mine!” I said,
                 trying to get my glasses.
         
   
               He pushed me off like it was
                    nothing. Then, he hid the
                    glasses.

               “Maybe don't look next time”.
                     He said, and smirked.

                “Hoy! Ibalik mo yan!” I
                     shouted, exhaustingly.

                 “I don't want to.” He said, in
                      a way that wanted me to
                      punch him. But I was weak
                      compared to him.
                     

                 The bell rang loud. Making
                     everyone go to their
                     temporary seats.


                  Time was 7:30 AM.



                  “Well, goodluck getting
                      through the first period.”
                       He said, leaving to go to
                       his seat.


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