The Bully Queen (English)

They say that high school was the best years of your life. During high school, you would be able to meet so many new people from all walks of life. I would say there are two groups of them— those groups that you would love and the others were those that you would... yes, hate. Like this gang presently walking towards my table. "You better back off while you still have the chance, Quinn. Otherwise, your campus life is gonna be like hell!" Karla warned me as she slammed her fist on my table. I looked around the canteen and noted the students' sudden aloof expression, especially when Karla's girls warned them to stay away. Karla was the leader of the Angels, the gang in this school where my parents discarded me... I mean transferred me. Anyway, the Angels were smart girls, I must say. They belonged to the cream of the crop section. That's why no one dared to get on their nerves because no one wanted to become the next victim. Unfortunately, I was their flavor of the month — the unlucky one. It all began when I got too involved in the upcoming chess tournament that was going to be held one month from now. Karla was one of the players too and she treated me as her greatest rival because I was the new chess player for the event. I stood up and glared at her. We were just the same height so casting a dagger stare at her was easy. "In your dreams, Karla. But no. I'm not withdrawing from the game. You back off if you want since I can smell your insecurity," Though my sight was a bit turbid and the pounding of my heart was louder than the gang's guffaw, I yelled, spitting her name on her face. But at least for the first time in forever, I managed to talk back. No one had ever done that before The group groaned in unison, while Karla stepped closer to me. Without a warning, she pushed me and I lost my balance, making my back hit against the other table behind me and I fell on my butt on the floor. "How gutsy you are! Well if you think a newly transferred student like you are exempted from being threatened, you're wrong, dear." She turned to a tall girl behind her and tipped her chin to me while she looked at her. "It's your turn, Amy. Punish this ragdoll." Amy grinned when she surfaced from the group and fixed her eyes at me. "Oh, I'm so obliged to do so!" She chuckled and threw her fruit shake on my face and my body went rigid, my nerves went into a sudden feeling of chill like I was just tossed into a frozen pool. I wasn't still recovering from the ice-cold sensation when the other girl grabbed the ketchup bottle on someone's table and squeezed it on my uniform. With the stickiness of frozen caramel and milk on my hair, plus the slime-like feeling of the ketchup on my clothes and skin, I became chaos. I shut my eyes firmly, holding back the tears in my eyes that were alerting me to flow anytime. I wanted to cry not due to the medley of hurt my physical body was suffering from, but because of the solid humiliation that kept on calling students' attention to this unacceptable scene. I wiped my face with my trembling hand and peeked at some students piling around us. I wanted to just evaporate as they looked at me with all the patheticness. But then a voice within me screamed in my head. Don't be the loser they think you are! Because of that, I tried to stand up and tipped my chin up. "Is that all you got, Karla? How pathetic," I chuckled and spit the sweet drop of milk getting into my mouth as I talked. "Fine, you can harass me every day... and greet me every school day with second-rate pranks. But I'll tell you this – I am not gonna step back from that competition!" The gang stopped laughing and they exchanged confused stares at each other. The watching students around us grew their eyes wider as they shook their heads. As if they had witnessed me signing my death contract. "Okay, enough for the noise!" Karla yelled and silence automatically followed. "Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. Now I know how foolish you are," she said in a sweet voice while walking around me. Then she paused behind my back, "Okay, I have a proposal for you." I frowned, "What's your proposal?" "If you win, the Angels won't touch you anymore... like for good. On top of that, we will make you the new leader of our gang and will follow every order you wish us to do," Karla said. Ignoring the amazed groaning of the crowd, I reeled to Karla. Maybe I just misheard that crazy proposal. "Is that one of your pranks? You're gonna do that?" "Why not? Oh, come on, Quinny dear. We're not that bad!" She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her colony. "We're Angels, remember?" The gang laughed, looking at each other then back at me. "Then what if I lose?" I asked, interrupting their moment. "Oh, that's a very wonderful question!" She arched her brows and veered around her friends. That Amy girl whispered in her ear and laughed at it before throwing her gaze at me again. "If you lose, it's just simple as this — you will become our exclusive slave for your entire stay on this campus. How sweet is that?" Oh, God, why did you let me get into this school? With this kind of people, this place was more of a wild forest. I held my breath for a moment, analyzing Karla's foolish proposal. "Alright..." I huffed, staring darkly at her. "Deal!" Oh, dear! I think I just really signed my death contract.