Diana

He is tall, probably the tallest in the whole school. Well built with the perfect amount of biceps which were prominent in the black t-shirt he was wearing. His jaw was sharp. It was my first time seeing someone who had grey eyes. His eyes are beautiful. They are rare.

He glanced at me then at the girl on the floor.  Furthermore, he looked at me again running his hands through his jet black hair sighing. He is sexy was my first thought.

He is intimidating my second. He is double my size and I was no short girl. To be honest he did not look like a guy who attends high school or a teenager to be precise. The short-lived moment of me appreciating his looks ended when his deep voice interrupted my thoughts. Even his voice is sexy. My god.

"Let her go." He glared at my hand which was holding the girl's.

I blinked. Confused.

Then, his words registered, I realised he had misunderstood the whole situation. He thought I was bullying her.

"It isn't what it looks like." I tried to clear up the misunderstanding but got cut off before I could explain further.

"I said, let her go." He repeated, his voice dropping an octave.

I immediately let her hand go. She was still sitting on the floor with a shocked face looking at the hot stranger.

I stood there in the corner of the darkroom quietly as he helped her get up. The permanent glare on his face did not seem to leave anytime soon. The girl muttered a meek thank you in return. He glared at me again one last time before they both left. The door closed with a loud thud leaving me alone in the darkroom.

I stood there dumbfounded trying to process what had just happened. I had very much helped a girl who was just getting bullied. While he came out of nowhere and started to behave like a hooligan.

That guy had the nerve to glare at me, act so disrespectful to me without even knowing the whole situation. The anger hit me in waves. My fists clenched, trying to suppress my anger. Who the fuck is he to act like that? Why would he jump to conclusions on his own? He also behaved like that with me.

I needed to get back in the class.

"Diana, you are back! I was waiting for you." May cried out as I sat beside her.

Deep breaths. Don't take your anger out on her. Deep breaths.

"Yea," I replied dryly.

"Guess what? The teacher is not going to come." She said in an overly chirpy voice.

"Ok."

"I heard that she has gotten sick so she went home early.".

"Don't tell me."

"I hope she doesn't come tomorrow either. It would be nice if she keeps being sick…." And she rambled on about irrelevant stuff concerning our very sick teacher. The girl doesn't even know how to take the fucking hint.

My mind drifted off to him. It was my first time seeing a guy like that in school. Why haven't I ever seen him before? It's weird how I have never seen such a good-looking guy before. He almost looked like he belonged to a gang. The ones who cause all sorts of trouble.

Wait. Is he...?

No. There's no way.
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Although I do like it when I am the centre of attention, I also like being alone sometimes. Currently, I have a lot going on in my mind and I'm very exhausted. That made me not want to sit in the middle of the cafeteria with my friends. I may snap at someone at any moment.

The school rooftop is the perfect place to cool down. The school prohibits the students from going there as it is very dangerous. They don't need to know that I go there every chance I get.

The fresh air instantly calms my nerves, when I reach there. It's such a beautiful place. The scenery of the mountains from far away, the gentle wind and all those memories I have shared in this place makes it my favourite spot in school.

A place I don't want to share with anyone.

Should I sit by the edge?

Cough.

Fuck.

Startled by the sudden noise, I lost my balance and almost fell off the edge. Heels aren't the perfect shoes to balance. From the fear of falling from the roof and losing my precious life, I close my eyes. Bracing myself from the fall. Will I lose my life if I fall? I probably wouldn't judging from the height of the building.

What a shame.

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Huh? Nothing is happening. There's no cold hard ground and my skull isn't cracked open either. I slowly crack open one eye to find myself hanging mid-air and a tight hold on my left arm.

"Ugh. Save me!" I say to my saviour.

The guy picked me up like a kid and shoved me on the ground.

"Tha-"

"The fuck were you doing?" The same guy from before scowled at me. His jaw clenched.

"Mind your own business." I fired back. He was the reason I was startled in the first place.

"If I was, you would not be standing in one piece right now." He took one step towards me. His voice was low.

"I didn't ask for your help." How dare he be so rude to me?

"Sure." He mocked.

"Take care of yourself."

Another step.

His face was right in front of mine and boy was he gorgeous. His eyes were so pretty. He didn't deserve those eyes. Focus Daiana.

"Move." He ordered while I was just silently observing his eyes.

Ah. I was in his way.

I wanted to argue. I really did. But, my body moved on its own. As if I was intimidated by him. As if!

He just casually walked away while I stood there dumbfounded and angry the second time.

Why is he acting like this? Would it physically hurt to be nice to someone? And people say I am a 'bitch'.

Whatever. I guess I have to eat lunch with my friends today. But, before that, I should reapply my lipstick. It may have come off a bit while I was arguing with him. The thought of him makes me frown.

Think happy thoughts, Diana. Happy thoughts.

"Diana!" Jasmine beckons me from her seat. My friends always occupy the table at the centre.

She then glances at her boyfriend who was sitting just beside her. He smiled at her while she blushed.

Cute.

Gossip. That's what we talk about at our table. School gossip. They are boring but still, they can be fun sometimes.

"Did you see Kyle, Diana?" Jasmine whispers in my ear.

"I don't think so…"

"Look. It's him." She pointed at a guy sitting far away at a table by the window.

It's him. The rude guy from before.

He is sitting alone. The tables near his were empty too. Almost like everyone avoided sitting anywhere near him. It was not only us. Everyone was whispering among themselves while taking glances at him. The cafeteria is generally filled with loud noises but today it's eerily calm.

Everyone kept glancing at him. Waiting for him to snap. Get in a fight with someone for no reason. While he was just sitting there munching on his fries and his left-hand holding a-

A book?

"He looks scary as hell," Jasmine muttered.

"Babe don't worry I can knock him out with just one punch." Derek flexed his biceps.

"In your dreams idiot." Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Derek, if you go anywhere near him, I swear I will knock you out before he does. Let's just avoid him as much as possible." Jasmine scolded her boyfriend.

"Yes! He has defeated Evan Miller in a fistfight. He will beat you in a pulp." Noah, who is the most rational person in our group, grumbled.

"Babe you don't need to worry about me."

"Diana! I am warning you too." Jasmine pointed at me accusingly.

"Yeah. I will try not to get in his way." Little did she know that I already did.

Evan Miller is a professional boxer. He is famous in our town for bullying and picking on the weak. It was because Kyle had beat up Evan badly that he needed to transfer. No one had seen the fight. There are all sorts of rumours. 

"Did you guys see Evelyn making out with a jock in the girl's bathroom today?" Ruby chimed in.

"Yes. It was so funny when they both got caught." Jasmine laughed.

"Are they a thing now?" Evelyn was known to sleep around. She did have a nice personality unlike Ruby though.

"Nope. They are just fucking." Jasmine filled in.

"Anyway, I need to go now, he is looking for me." Ruby looked up from her phone. I wonder who 'he' is.

"Byeeeee." She said in a weird voice.

"Wow! Look at that ass." Derek looked at her hips which she was swaying dramatically while walking away.

"That's the only thing likeable about her." Muttered Noah.

"Babe! You are supposed to look at my ass." Jasmine yelled.

"But I need to appreciate what's good!"

Just like that, they started fighting. They can't last a day without fighting with each other. Then the next moment they are making out. I just ignored them and so did Noah. He is generally quiet and the most intellectual one.

"What's wrong with you today?" Noah raises an eyebrow at me. While the other two stop fighting and start focusing on Noah and me.

"Huh?" What is wrong with me?

"You are acting weird." Noah narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes! You are very quiet. As if you are thinking about something else." Jasmine joins.

"Just having a bad day."

"Oh, I see." Then she turns back to Derek to continue the fight.

Noah keeps looking at me weirdly as if I am some science experiment that is acting different today. We have never been close. So, what's up with him?

Ugh. Everyone is acting weird today. Not me.

After eating a couple of French fries, I get up. How many calories was that again?

I take one last glance at Kyle who is still focused on his book before leaving for my classes.

The day passes quickly with lots of assignments from Miss Carter, our English teacher.

"Mom! I am back!"

"Mom?" Why is she not answering?

From the living room, I go to the kitchen in search of my mother. The smell of freshly baked cookies makes me aware that she is making something delicious.

"Diana! Why are you so late?" 

"I am not mom." The cookies look amazing.

"You are not getting any of those cookies before you have dinner." She scolds.

As if I will have those cookies. I am on a diet.

"Adam. Come, help me set the table, dear." She calls her 'good child'.

"Coming."

"Aunt Bessie worries about you. You should have not missed your meals. You are already so skinny. Why are you even dieting?"

I flick him off. Then, run upstairs to my room.

"Look at that brat! She is so rude." mom yells.

"It's okay. It's okay, she is always rude." Laughs Adam.

This is how every day goes. That fucker doesn't even know that it's not okay. Nothing is okay, he shouldn't let people be rude to him without any reason.

He should learn a thing or two from me.

Or...maybe he shouldn't, on second thought.

At Least people like him.

Ah! A new pimple on my forehead. What should I do? Ugh. It's huge too. Makeup does this. No matter how costly make-up you buy, they make your skin go bad in the long run. There's not anything I could do about it, to be honest.

Looks like I have gained a bit of weight too. I should skip today's dinner even if it makes my mom angry. Drinking lots of water, I go to bed early after my skincare routine.

I should buy a candle.

My penguin plushie is extra comfy today. The only one who stays by my side no matter what. No matter how much I cry, be angry, be happy, my plushie never gets tired of me.

If I were a penguin, it would be amazing, I could be an cute and adorable one….

No way. I would have been an ugly one there too.

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