The Fate Between Us

Chapter 6

He stole my heart so I am planning on a revenge... I am going to take his last name.- The Love Bits.

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After that first day, I knew my fate was predetermined. Meaning, that I'd already know my fate to come. Since the antagonism, gossips, probable rumours of a 'poor girl's lost soul' –I'm just saying– and thinking that people might never live down my embarrassing moment, made me predestined something I wasn't up for.

My only fate was to pass through the school years, unmistakably. Despite the outcomes, it was supposed to be no attentions, just a low profile. No regrets or remorse, just for me to past through the school years unmistakably. I got paranoid of the fact that its never going to be easy, rendering me in a phase that constantly envisioned a path I didn't want to stroll down. Like everything playing out on a disk, I began to fear the possibilities of being someone as an outcast.

You know, one of those losers.

I knew it wasn't going to go as well as it seems, but looks as if not everything had gone to my favour, right?

Now it was Wednesday, the second week of school and I faced palmed myself when it just registered in mind.

"What's wrong?" I heard my mother asked.

I felt like rolling my eyes, but instead I shook my head and let out a breath. "Nothing mom," I mumbled and turned myself towards the window, watching as the view came by.

"You forget anything?" She asked. I knew it angers her whenever I'd forget something, and for some reason I was thinking that's exactly what she wants, just to scold me.

I shook my head. "No," I answered.

"Well, I hope you've got everything figured out Mia," she said as she drove by the curb, stopping the car. "This is your second week of school and I wouldn't like for you to drop out already." I turned and faced her, she had a caring but a well known dignified look on her face. I didn't want to believe she wanted to care or even was caring. She had already proved that the loving mother I longed for, was definitely gone. I knew it wasn't entirely her fault that day, but still I believe she was the cause. I've been thinking it over and maybe if it hadn't been for the slimly oatmeal, things would've went a lot better.

I nodded my head and got out of the car, draping on my bag.

"I'll see you later," she said and I nodded my head before shutting back the door, hurriedly walking towards the school and towards my locker.

Seeing it before doing it but realizing afterwards- I bumped into someone.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" I told the girl and sped past her to my locker, ignoring the uncanny yet confusing encounter. Please be there, please be there, I kept whispering to myself as I dug into my locker.

But then I stopped myself in hearing the voice of the only jock I knew. I heaved an exasperated sigh and turned as I face the blond egotistical guy known as Dave. Aka- Boy Drama. Needless to say: Good looking, with grey eyes, pink chap lips that often made the girls swoon and nice hair. Not that I went around making up names for people, but his reputation and history with girls for causing up drama proves him as a player and also a drama queen.

I gave him an irritated look and crossed my arms. "I'm not up for one of your jokes Dave," I clarified. I was seriously becoming tired of the guy's claptrap.

"Who said anything about a joke babe," he plastered on a smirk, stepping closer to me. I held my ground and frown when I felt his fingers brushed my sides. "Babe it's no joke when you know that-"