She Who Became A Badgirl

Chapter 7

"Oops! Sorry!" I raised my both hands and made a fake apologetic face after I kicked the blue ink and it spilled on the illustration board for our group's presentation.

They gasped in so much shock while looking at the tremendous mess I made. I bit my lower lip and controlled myself from laughing. This is what I'm waiting for, their priceless and epic reaction. Stacy, the leader of our group, moved near the messed up illustration board.

"W-what... what have you done, Vanez?!" She raised her voice and looked at me terribly. I tilted my head."This is our group presentation for today! This has a big role to our grades, what did you do?! Have you lost your mind?!" She almost hysterical.

They all gave me a disappointed look and like her, some was throwing me glares and sharp look. But I'm still sitting pretty, they can't do anything against me.

"I already said sorry, Stacy. I didn't do it, I accidentally kicked the ink. Come on!" I said cooly and looked at my nails.

Should I seek for a new nail polish?

One of them stood up harshly and pointed me."I saw you, you intentionally kicked the ink to spill it on the board! You did it purposely! You're an evil member, you shouldn't be with us!" Oh, someone's courageous.

I rolled my eyes and frowned as I stood up. Stacy nearly cried while staring at their messed up output. It's our group activity and our prof in art let us form groups. The output almost done not until I thought of messing around.

"Whatever. What's the point of cramming when you can make a new one? Go, save our group. I'll just roam around." I waved my hands cutely and went out the classroom.

I'm still in front of the main door when someone called my name.

"Vanez!"

"What?" I turned to Rocelia.

I lazily raised my brow and waited for her next words but dude, she just bit her lips like she's struggling on something I can't recognize. At the end, I looked away and left the room totally.

On my way downstairs, I saw our professor in art and music, he's talking with his colleague. I automatically hid myself behind the wall and when I looked up, I'm outside the room of section 5. I let the professors pass by first before I moved out.

I'm walking along the corridor, the sunray is sneaking into the corners of the pillars of the building. It feels warm today but not enough to irritate skins. Suddenly, I bumped into someone. I stopped my feet of course then, I gazed at that someone.

"My God! Next time, you look at your way! Are you a blindshit?" Oh, a sophomore. She's from my batch, I guess.

But with those filthy words she has, I don't think she's the loser type. She's not alone, actually she's with two girls. She and the girl beside her has fair skin but the other is tall and paper white.

I cleared my throat."I'm looking at my way. I suggest you to stop texting bullshit while walking so you won't bump into someone again." I pierced my eyes.

Her lips parted and she immediately hid her cellphone. The white girl beside her spoke.

"My apologies but cussing isn't allowed inside the campus."

What? Is she kidding me?

I gave her the are-you-kidding-me look, then.

"Are you serious? I've encountered students here who has foul mouths. Besides, why don't you say that to her as well?" I pointed the girl in the middle."She talked shits, too. And who do you think you are to throw me such rules?" I crossed my arms.

We have the same height but she's slender and taller while I'm kinda petite. She stepped forward and my brow trembled when she took out her ID and shown it direct on my face.

"I'm from star section and I'm one of the public information officers of supreme student government and as the member of the catalyst party, I have the rights to spot every wrongdoings of my fellow students." She said those like a pro.

I looked at her sharply. What is he bragging about? Public information officer, huh. So what?

"That's it, Azelyn. Delinquents should know their limits." The other girl asserted.

"What section are you?" The P.I.O named Azelyn asked me.

"Section 8." I answered expressionless. I watched how her brows furrowed.

"Why are you not wearing your ID?" She asked again. God, is she an interviewer or what?

I pursed my lips,"I forgot to wear it. How about that?" and shrugged.

Her small face crumpled a bit. She seems not buying my reasons. So what if you don't buy my incentives, I'm not selling it anyway.

"Next time you should wear your ID. It is required especially every Monday because we have flag ceremony and all students should wear their complete uniform and bring their school things." She reminded me.

The two girls is giving me a judging look. As if they are following the rules and regulations. They are also flouting it perhaps.

I didn't nod my head nor replied, of course why would I? She's just a member of the council, not even my professor. Before she could utter another liturgy, I walked out already. It sucks being with bitches and teachers pet.

After class, I went straight to the school gate to wait for our limousine. I don't even know how many times did I glance at my wristwatch. I guess countless times. I can't really trust Dad's boydguards. They are late! Okay it's just 5 minutes but they are still late! Irresponsible turtle freaks!

I frowned from time to time. Until two person stopped in front of my sight and I've seen their faces coherently. Especially the guy, I almost stiffened as I familiarized him. I think my world stopped not because of the lame reason called 'slow motion' thingy but because realization hit me.

My ex-boyfriend is in front of me and he's laughing with a slim and pretty girl. They are currently talking to a guy holding ice cream, I guess he's their friend.

I think I'm being glued, I can't take my eyes off them.

Jaguar...

I can still remember the last time we talked. I think four years had passed? Three? Two? He's happy with me before but now, seeing him being this happier is kinda tearing me up. I didn't expect I'll see him again after years of being rebellious. He changed... A lot.

"You are so mean, hon!" I heard from his new girl. She pinched his cheeks and he closed his eyes and stretched a smile.

Hon, huh. I used to call him that. We used to. I see, he didn't even put an effort to think of a new endearment. I don't know what to feel.

Moments later, they walked away, holding each other's hands. That's also when I noticed the presence of Dad's boydguards and the limousine. I don't feel of going home anymore. I just seen my ex, yes, he didn't see me but I clearly saw how fixed he is. He can smile again, he can laugh again, he's living his life again. Not like me. I'm stock here and what I have witnessed is a kind of slap. A big slap in my face.

A slap that tells me I am the only one who's left behind.