"So, everybody. There's a new transfer student here today. Her name is Rianna." The homeroom teacher of class 11A finally stopped her pointless rambling and focused her attention to the most important part of her "morning talk"- introducing the new student.
The students started whispering. A girl commented,"Haha I can imagine her ugly face by just listening to her name.
A boy argued,"Her name sounds nice! I think she'll be a pretty one."
Anthony lifted his head up from his desk, a hint of of a smile passed his lips.
He stood up and calmly demanded,"Quiet."
The classroom was immediately silent. The homeroom teacher smiled, relieved that people stopped talking,"Okay then. Let's welcome Rianna! Rianna? Rianna!" Then, she waved me into the classroom.
"I'm right here, no need to yell." I slowly trudged into the classroom,"By the way everyone, my name is spelled: R-I-A-N-N-A. There's no "h" anywhere." I stood by the smart board, waiting for someone to say something.
It was silent...
Suddenly, everybody started yelling at the same time. The perverts in our class started to exclaim,"Woah! She's one hot chick!..."
Another boy bursted,"Can I marry you please?"
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Ever since grade one, I've had a bunch of pursuers following me around. I hated it.
Anthony commanded again,"Quiet." The class quieted down once again. Nobody dared anger him because he was born rich. On top of that, nobody in the school was as good looking as him. He was a spoiled kid.
I looked in the direction of his voice, and saw the boy by the window. His back was towards me...and he looked familiar.... He seemed to know that I was looking at him and turned around. He smirked.
When I clearly saw who he was, my surprise immediately turned into anger. He was the one who purposely bumped into me this morning and made me come to school late!
I raised my eyebrow and diverted my gaze. Anthony said to the teacher,"Rianna has to sit here!" Then, he patted the empty seat beside him.
Sounds of groans and screams filled the room,"Whyyyy? Our prince never wanted to have any desk mate! Why is it that the new student gets to sit with him?!!"
I shook my head, sighing at the reactions of the girls. It seemed like I'm the girls' public enemy now. Plus, he didn't look like a prince - he's more like a toad!
"Quiet! Don't make me say this the forth time!" Anthony's voice boomed.
Silence again. Everyone stared at him, then they stared at me.
I smiled," Okay. I'll sit here then." I strode towards the seat beside Anthony.
I put my backpack onto the desk and extended my hand towards Anthony," Seems like I bumped into you again. Why are you here?"
He held onto my hand,"I forgot to tell you that I'm also in Class A."
I laughed sarcastically,"Oh.. Such a coincidence. I won't mind if you help me out in this class." I squeezed his hand tighter, trying to hurt him.
Anthony didn't seem to notice my grip. He easily pulled his hand away and said to the teacher,"You can continue now."
Sitting by Anthony was not an easy task. If eyes can kill, then I would have been chopped dead into pieces already by the girls in the class. I shook my head. I had no choice but to look towards the only direction without the creepy stares: Anthony. I sighed. I never got this kind of stare treatment. Before this, only people who sat beside me would be the target of stares.
Suddenly, I had a bad feeling. I turned my head. There was a boy, in other words, a pervert, looking at me and drooling. I swallowed. I reciprocated his stare, except that I included the most hostility that I could manage. He seemed to notice my reaction and lowered his head to cover up his embarrassment.
And it was with these two different kinds of stares: ones with jealousy and ones with admiration, I waited for the end of class.
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