Apollo and Daphne

Oh my god, no.

This can't be happening.

The hot-probably arrogant-transferee just stared at me, his circle of friends snickering as they glanced at me pleading at his mint green eyes.

My knees were trembling badly, and I was close to dying from embarrassment. My skirt was ripped, and half of my thighs were shown. I knew my cheeks were red-because they were hot-and my tears were dried-but then were replaced with new ones.

I was crying while I gripped my skirt close, and looked down, to hide my pathetic face.

I was pathetic.

"What's her name?" I heard the transferee ask his friends.

One of the guys chuckled, then stated my name with disgust, like it was poison that he accidentally drank and spat out.

"Daphne," he answered. I could even make out a faint "ew" from them.

I cried silently as my grip tightened.

Their laughter pierced the air, and it quickly bellowed the entire hallway in its echoes.

I really was the butt of all jokes.

I fell down on my knees, my hands fisting as tears dropped onto my shaking hands.

I wanted to bury myself, deep underground. That way, no one will be looking for me, even if I did disappear.

But then, the laughter died down as soon as it started. I heard clicking of shoes, and a few gasps and whispers from the circle of people crowding the elite members of HCI. I sniffed, and adjusted my grip.

A hand held my arm softly, and another lifted my chin. I came face to face with the transferee, making me gasp, but inaudibly.

He smiled lazily, yet charmingly, then spoke the words I never ever expected to come from someone like him.

"Daphne," he stated, his lips saying my name sounded angelic, in agreement with his out-of-this-world face.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

And then... I couldn't remember how to breathe.

Apollo and Daphne
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