LOVE IMPERFECTION

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Adrian Miller, the most popular teenager in the whole of ST. Theresa and the biggest bully of all. His dad is a rich businessman who owns half of what the school stands on, apparently his dad owns the school.

In his head, he has every right to bully anyone he wants to and I just wonder why no one has tried to bring him out of the world he's trapped in, that bullying could even take him to jail.

He turn to look at who dare interrupt his act of so much pleasure. When our eyes met, his face contorted with anger and that's when I made a silent prayer that he doesn't kill me.

He dropped BC ( bathroom crier) to the ground with such an impact that he cried in pain.

"It's you!"
He exclaimed furiously.

I gulped, my eyes must have grew twice their actual size. He started walking towards me and for some odd reason, I stood my ground.

"The little blind kitty is finally out of the basket". He teased.

"I am not blind". I said. oh no, wait- what!, shut up lily.

He grapped my arm and flung me beside bc. I yelped.

I was having a rollercoaster of emotions, some part of me wanted nothing but to pluck the annoying eyes staring down at me, not until I felt a sharp pain in my head as Adrian pulled on the grip he had on my hair.

"Never, ever in your life should you interrupt me again". He whispered harshly in my face before shouting the last part "Am I understood?".

I couldn't even nod my head if that's what he wanted, the embarrassment, the fear and the pain engulfed my whole being like a sharp hot blade piercing through my nerves.

A hot tear rolled down the side of my face, Adrian smiled, a contempt smile. Letting go of me, he stood up and snarl at the both of us before kicking bc's bagpack down the hall and shouted. "A goal".

He turned and walked away slowly singing his heart out. "Loosers weepers sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g". Unfortunately for the crowd, the show was over.

I tore my glaring red eyes off his back and wiped my tears. Bc looked so scared, his face was down, his hands were fisted and shaking. I gently placed a hand over it. He flinched but relaxed anyway. He looked up at me with blue shiny eyes glittering with tears.

"C'mon" I offered a hand to him.

He stood on his own avoided eye contact and walked away to get his bag.

So much for helping.
My subconscious said.

You are the one who told me to help him
I screamed with my lips sealed at my inner voice.

I rolled my eyes and rushed for my make up test.

After my test, I went to the cafeteria to get something to eat.

My eyes were wondering around for a particular group, when I caught a glimpse of them that was enough to make me want to hightail it out of there to avoid all conflict.

Just then, I spotted someone else, he was sitting at the last table alone obscured by a vending machine. I walked to his table and plopped into a chair opposite him.

"Hey BC" I said with a smile. If you ask me I honestly don't have a reason to why I talk to him, I just do and it makes me feel contempt, although he clearly doesn't like talking to me or it's just me he doesn't like.

He ignored me and kept reading his chemistry textbook with a scowl.

"What are you reading about?" I asked him leaning in to read the heading.

"What does BC mean?" He asked staring into a particular page as if he's solving a riddle to a treasure.

"Oh, it's just a name I gave you". I replied

"My name is Kendrick, don't call me that. He said flipping through pages.

I pout, he's so boring.

"Why? I like BC" I told him.

"I said my name is Kendrick". He looked up to meet my eyes.

I only heard what he said before I got pulled into those cold blue ocean of eyes he had. His eyes are like an iceblock of blue beach water, crystal. His curls covered his right eyebrow, his face looks very innocent.

" What are you looking at?" He snapped me out of my thought.

I turned my head away quickly, removed my glasses, cleaned the lens and put them back on my coffee brown eyes.

"Nothing"
I muttered, tucking on my hair.

"Cute, don't you think?" I choke on my spit when I heard venessa's voice behind me.

"The two girls are having lunch together" she mocked BC, the girls cackled a laughter.

She threw my bag and the text book bc was reading on the floor and banged the table which made everyone turn to look.

"Don't you dare ignore me when am talking to you". She grabbed a fist full of my hair.

I cried in pain.
"Stop, let me go venessa" I struggled.

"Why don't you just disappear, I hate seeing you". she shouted, everyone kept staring at the scene but no one dared to stop her.

"Leave me" I said with a shaky voice.

She let go of my head with a jerk, I stood up with tears pricking my eyes to face her. Am tired of this.

"Why are you doing this?, why can't you just leave me alone?" I said, my voice sounding so weak.

"Because your sight makes me want to puke and because you are a loser, all of you". she replied bluntly with a cold voice and glared at BC.

She pushed me and I fell to the ground before Leaving.

I couldn't hold my tears and I let them fall, I cried silently cursing my fate, I have become a laughing stock to everyone and my life is a mess.

BC stood up slowly and collected our things on the ground. He went on his knees in front of me and careful kept my bagpack beside me.

"Am sorry".
He looked so dejected

I just sat there crying silently. I felt too ashamed to even stand up from there, I wished I could run and complained to the school authorities, but I know I will just get tired of reporting the mean chicks, nothing will be done to stop them.

I crawled under the table, squeezing myself into a ball and cried till school ended for the day. I grabbed my bag and hurriedly got out before all the students come out of class.

I spotted BC across the street, I felt hesitant about talking to him but then I ignored that feeling and crossed the street, I felt drawn to him.

"Hi".

" Why did you help me earlier? " he asked straight.

"Well, hello to you too" I said sarcastically.

He kept quiet. With a sigh I said
" because I wanted to help you".

"I don't need your help". He said almost immediately.

" Then stand up for yourself ".

" Why don't YOU stand up for yourself? " he fired my question back.

I was quiet for a while before whispering" Because I can't".

"That makes the two of us". He whispered.

"Stop following me, stop talking to me and stop trying to help me" He added and took of running.

And here I am thinking I could be friends with him, he's a loser, a coward and that's all he is.

That makes the two of us.
His voice echoed in my head.

I nod, he's right that does make the two of us. I watch him till he disappeared and I started walking myself home.