Man of my Dreams

Chapter 3

“Here!” He kicked me. He pours his water on the tumbler at me.

“Goodness, my God,” whispered one of the spectators.

“She should be insane. No one laughs at Deril.”

I showed the shock on my face when he slowly lowered me. I sat down to stare into his angry eyes as he held my cheek.

When I felt my anger, I furiously fought back, but he slammed me at the wall. I already tasted the blood. Everyone laughed and taunted me. I know I am bold and a war freak. I am trash compared to them. But heck, I know I deserve something even if I am poor.

Damn it!

“Deril, that's enough,” Kiara pleaded gently. It looks like everyone was surprised at what happened around early afternoon; the only clamor was able to respond.

“Are you ok, Alliana?” Kiara asked. I didn't answer her because I couldn't take my eyes off this man in front of me. Neither does he take away the sight of the associated. I couldn't understand what was annoying about his face and look, maybe because I am just insecure. I deserve that luxury too.

I shook Kiara's hand then I held Deril in both arms. I leaned him against the wall and then cornered him between my two arms.

“Why did you slam me? I am a woman” I will be overwhelmed by the excessive emphasis of my questioning.

“It's happened, eh. What can you do? Don't pull the woman card here because you are not a woman, not even human. You are trash,” he repeats what I said earlier.

I stumbled. “What?” my annoyed question.

I can't explain the annoyance I feel because of the way he looks at my face. There was no expression, emotion, or reaction on his face but just a smirk plastered.

It remains blank as if looking at something worthless. He seems like a stupid man who tilts his head slightly as if studying my face. He smirked again.

Strange! Damn it! I pressed my palms harder against the wall and approached his face. “Answer me! Why did you do that? I am a girl, and I am vulnerable. I am human. I am not trash, huh?” I asked angrily.

He looked across my face. “That's your face ...” He hung up on what to say while looking at the family.

“It looks so cheap. Pathetic how you act tough in this luxuries world you don't belong here,” he continued.

I frowned in shock and then smiled angrily. What the heck? I don't belong? “What did you say?” I asked seriously.

“That face of yours ... looks so cheap, and your tough attitude is pathetic.”

I stumbled upon his answer. Repeatedly, it hurts to be slapped by the truth! 'Strength!

He also did not react. He had the courage to stare at me. And surprisingly, I didn't even feel scared of him.

I feel my anger and I also fervor him. But because I knew I was more sober, I punched a wall, and my frail hands hurt so badly.

“Gracious, my! Deril is truly frantic at this point! That is just a trash Deril doesn't pay her attention?” my classmate's voice.

“Who can say for sure? Her cheap looks radiate irritating attention. She always wears imitations from luxurious brands. She is an ambitious frog!” Savannah replied.

“Enough, Alliana,” Kiara grabbed my arm and insisted on stepping between Deril and me. I did not let her. I also couldn't get rid of my angry look at Deril, maybe because I can't accept that Deril continuously slaps reality into my face.

“That's enough, Alliana, you cannot defeat him, eh,” she whispered.

“Miss, oh sorry, I mean trash, go away. You don't belong here,” said Deril. I feel so ashamed because I know deep inside me he is right. I could no longer laugh. And I seem to feel the tension between Deril and us.

I remain serious while staring at him. But his grin was replaced by an evil look before he turned his back on me. He effortlessly removed my blocking arm.

I stared at the wall for a moment before I turned to look at him. “You meddled with some unacceptable harasser, miss trash,” he said.

“I think you made the scene too early, Mr. Deril?” the voice of Kiara prevailed.

“Gracious, eh, what about you? You cannot do anything, Kiara, without your family. You are nothing” the heat of my head turned to him.

“Nothing,” she grinned as she opened the study hall door.

“So as you are, or, so as we all are. We are nothing without our family. We are not rich. Our family is rich, not us.” she gave him a plastic smile.

“Tch!” I angrily faced Deril. “Let me go, Kiara? You're annoyed again, eh,” I growled. She grinned as our classmates laughed.

“Hey, Miss trash; see you when I see you!” Deril shouted as we turned our back to him.

“For your benefit, leave this place and stop acting as you belong here. For your benefit, kneel in front of me and apologize. I need a public statement of regret!”

“Ugh! Habits, please?” Kiara replied calmly and then slowly walked away.

The class started, but I didn't seem interested in listening. I will never forget what happened. I've fought a lot and made a lot of trips here. Many have complained about my bad behavior, but no one has won. Many bullied me, but I still fought back. I can't give up, and this school is my dream school.

Call me an ambitious woman. I don't care because it is true. And even more so now I'm stuck! On top of that, I want to be rich, to live in luxury. All of my bullying scenarios happened in front of a lot of students.

I screw with him, and I meddle with everybody. I will regret pestering him as I regret studying here. That's their line every time I fought back at my bullies. Why can not a weakling stand for her rights? I deserve everything—fairness, respect, money, fame, ambition, education. I am human.