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I already experienced this a lot and with them running away unscathed, I may say that they’re still lucky. In fact, they’re very lucky because I have already slapped someone across the face, pushed them off on the grass and rubbed their faces and pulled their hair and dragged them off across the hallway just because of their petty habits of minding someone else’s business.
Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. I’m only defending myself from the likes of them. As long as they involved me in any of their idiotic jokes and topics then I will never lay a hand on you.
Actually, there was even a time when we were this so-called campus sweetheart. She insulted me and bashed me in public, trying to humiliate me because of my dean lister. She said that I don’t deserve my achievements because my attitude was beyond fixing.
Well, who would have guessed that she’d go down on her own?
A smirk drew on my face as I remember it clearly like it happened just yesterday.
She keeps mentioning my issues with Febi and yet she thought I wouldn’t find out a single clue about her.
On the day of our school program where she was the host, I exposed her in public. I played her s*x video in front of the students and had her humiliated all her school year. I had the money, I had the power and I have the brains for it so why mess with me?
After that day, she became very docile. She never showed her face much to school anymore because of what happened.
“Your Holy Week face is too early for April, Amira.” I closed my locker and raised my eyebrows at Samuel who was now leaning onto one of the locker doors. He had this narrow smirk on his lips and showed me the black label he had on his bag.
“Oh yes, I am,” I said sarcastically. “In fact, I am much stronger when the Holy Week comes since after all, they say I can replace Satan’s place in hell.” I divided my hair into sections before I gathered it up and tied it into a ponytail.
Samuel, honestly he is not a friend of mine but he is a good person with a bad reputation on our campus because of his family’s background. His father was known as the owner of some illegal things such as party drugs. And moreover, they say they are also connected to smugglers who are also affiliated with the mafias.
I don’t know when we started hanging out from time to time but he does share his alcoholic drinks with me which I would never refuse at all.
“Chill tigress, let’s go to the open field and let me have your tumbler.” I threw my container at him while I opened my locker door. I acted as a watcher while he poured me my alcoholic beverage as usual.
“You know, Febi started crying at the cafeteria. She’s such a soft fur baby, f*****g fragile,” he suddenly commented while I reached my tumbler from him. The two of us walked side by side towards the open field where the soccer team was training together.
Truth to be told, there was a time when Samuel beat up the star player of the soccer team. Samuel called Febi a f*****g attention-seeker which made the star player annoyed and that’s when the fight started. In the end, Samuel wasn’t beaten up at all, it was the other man.
“As always, she never changes. It had always been her way to get attention from the other people, it’s just so annoying to look at. Sometimes, I don’t even understand her. She already gets enough attention from the other people but still, she’ll start her own scene just to get more. How greedy, although to me, just looks pathetic. It’s so tiring to look at her and her supposed dramas.”
I was the first to walk into one of the benches and sat down right across the space. I then opened my tumbler and had a gulp of my alcoholic drink.
“Why don’t you just make friends with her already so the two of you can end up best friends forever?” Samuel jokingly said, only for me to glare at him. He laughed.
Wow, what an ugly laugh this jerk has enough that some of the people across the field were already looking at us.
“Satan’s only daughter will never be friends with that supposed saint of an attention-seeker like Febi.” I rolled my eyes at him and all of the sudden, a ball came rushing towards my face.
“f**k,” I uttered and lost my grip onto my tumbler. I felt my head spin around.
Damn, it feels like I was hit by something so blunt and across the lower section of my nose, I felt a warm liquid drip. I suddenly felt weak.
My eyes quickly squinted as I saw Samuel’s faint features. It seems like the impact was really bad that I am squinting my eyes right now.
I laid down on the bench only to be brought up by Samuel. He wiped off the blood on my nose while a tall guy suddenly approached him.
The next thing I knew, they seemed to be angry at each other before I finally lost consciousness.
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