Perfectly Imperfect Life

Friend/s (ch 8)

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I'm not really sure if I made a friend or not but I'm so shocked that she talked to me.

the class was finally over and I can now go home. but just as I was about to walk outside the room I ran into some of my old classmates.

"Oh! ghost girl what's up!!" this guy tapped my shoulder and gave me a grin. I just stood there, not meeting their gaze.

"How are you doing? how's life being a ghost this year? oh I mean for 3 years?" the girl who bullied me in the past said while smacking her lips aggressively. disgusting.

"man it's been three years," she said and walked towards me while shoving her right hand on my left shoulder. "and you're still not over it. I bet your mom is still mental haha." stop. stop it. don't say that.

"s-stop," I mumble and she raised her left eyebrow. I'm screwed.

"did ghost girl just talk back to me? wow. improvement huh." she pushed me hard against the tables and I almost fell. I can't do anything. I can't...

"you have no right to talk back to me because you're way out of my league, beg like a dog and I'll forgive you." she sneered and I'm almost ready to cry.

this girl, her name is Brenda, and she was the fakest girl I have ever met. bullies weak girls like me and pretend that she's playing along when teachers caught her. it's those typical cliché bitches that you'd rather not meet.

she's one of the most popular girls in this school apparently because no one dares to help me. Olivia is already gone. I have no choice but to beg. not like I have a choice or anything. I've always been weak.

I dropped to my knees, ready to kneel and beg but a deep voice echoes through my ears.

"so you're gonna give up just like that? huh, pathetic." immediately I face towards the voice and I looked up and saw this tall guy with like a really white blonde-ish hair.

"But I think the most pathetic of all is these f*cking losers that like to gang up with a fragile girl like her, and you call yourselves hope of humanity." he walks towards me, shoving them so easily and Brenda basically yeets to the floor.

the guy gave his hand tome. "get up." he said and I immediately stood up without hesitation.

"wow, so now you got a friend? did you f*ck with him or something? no that's not possible a puny girl like you won't make guys fall for you." she's getting really annoying, but I just stay quiet. the guy glared at me and sighed.

"thank you for your stupid assumption but your brain is equivalent to a dumbass. you talk too much as if you have no time left in this world. and all these guys around you. why are they even here?" wow he's good at this. but now that I think about it. there are a lot of boys surrounding her than it used to be.

2 years ago I think she had a lot of girls around her and a few boys, last year there are more boys than girls around her, and today, almost no girls in sight.

"oh don't tell me you did those things with them?" he scoffed and I can see Brenda ready to scream. her veins are about to pop.

"you're f*cking lying! what the f*ck are you even talking about saying all this nonsense shit?" she turns to the group of boys around her.

"Can you believe what he's saying?" she turns back to us again. "they are my friends you f*cking piece of shit! you and your assuming rotting brain saying all this stupidity you're embarrassing yourself by saying that to me?" I don't think she realizes this but she's drawing more and more attention to other students.

and she's saying so many stuff that I began to suspect that she really did those with these guys, but we have no proof so I can't just report it like that.

"I'm not embarrassing myself when I'm this calm, remember what you said to us? I didn't even flinch. but when I said that to you, you began saying all this f*cked up shit. thanks for drawing the attention, I bet you're even popular now." the guy leaves and I just stand there amazed at how professional and calm he was.

"were not done here you son of a b*tch! you'll pay for this!" Brenda yelled at me and stormed out of the classroom. at least that's over...

I can finally breathe again. this was too much for my first day.

I quickly picked up my bag and tried to find the guy, but I couldn't find him. did he suddenly disappear?

I didn't even get to say thank you to him properly, maybe tomorrow I will.

he helped me right? and friends help each other. Olivia helped me pick a dish that she said would be immaculate. and this guy helped me from these bullies. is he considered my friend too?

I don't even know what a friend even means. maybe that was too much of an assumption.

I finally got back home and mom greeted me with a hug. dinner smells good today.

"come let's have dinner!" I sat down across from her and we started eating quietly.

"So how was school?" mom asked and I flinched a little. I can't really tell her that I've been bullied for the past 2 years.

"It was good, it was better than I expected." I let out a fake smile and mom chuckled.

"that's good! that's good. your father would be so happy to hear this!" again, I'm getting irritated.

"I'm done, I'll wash the dishes and go to bed early." what a killjoy honestly. I grabbed the dishes and started washing them thoroughly...

after a few minutes, I'm in my room and trying to sleep. but somehow I can't. there are a lot of things in my mind lately. especially what happened at school and at home.

am I happy that someone sees me and talks to me normally? yes, I think I am but, what am I exactly happy for? I don't know. I wanna know why but I guess I can't today.