[Mandy's Diary, 16th years old]
SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL. Hell of a terrible world just like any other school. There would be many who gave the heaviest torture for me while I studied here, rest assured. Like, when I was in elementary and middle school. You could say, I was too young for a normal teenager. Unlike girls my age, I could dress up. When choosing clothes, I closed my eyes carelessly depending on luck.
Look at the smooth thighs of my school friends! They looked sexy with dazzling skin tones. I swallowed hard on my first day of high school. After only a few minutes of setting foot on the marble floors of Jordan High School, all eyes were on me like a movie star walking on a red carpet. This is not good… this is not good…
Candice, who was walking beside me grabbed my arm, signaling that all eyes were on me.
"You know them?" Candice whispered as we walked hand in hand to first class.
"How can I know them?? We just started school, Candice."
"They look at you familiarly…" Candice hissed again, cringing beside me.
Did I take a deep breath, ignoring the stares of my seniors and new friends—new friends? I don't even have friends other than Candice, so just think of them as my rivals.
"That's not a pretentious look, duh," I whispered louder. "They look at me like a lump of flesh."
I forcibly pulled Candice's hand away from the corridor, accelerating our walk so we could breathe a sigh of relief from their horrific stares. We didn't get any intimidating stares halfway through, because the corridor was deserted for a minute before the bell rang.
Our footsteps stopped, so my keen eyes when faced with a handsome boy shone straight ahead. Where a group of Greek Gods was walking solemnly hand in hand. My main highlight is just the one in the middle. Yes! The middle! That's Justin Bedington. The guy I had a crush on since we were friends in elementary school. Nope, more precisely since I found out he went to the same school as me in elementary, middle, and… now, high school? Are you kidding? Despite being a little nervous and disbelieving that she's enrolled in this school, the devil on my shoulder whispers seductively, instantly flustered when I lift my books over my face.
"What's wrong, Mandy?" Candice asked confused seeing my odd behavior.
"Justin," I whispered louder, pointing to a group of beautiful creatures walking down this empty corridor.
Ignoring Candice's reply, I'd rather get out of there before Justin gets to our place and notices me. What if he finds out I attended school here?! What if he thinks I'm a stalker?!
"Don't be crazy, Mandy," the devil on my shoulder sighed in annoyance. "He doesn't even know you're alive."
Damn. Her words pierced my heart. Leaving a sore wound. That's right, even until this moment Justin didn't know that there was a girl named Amanda Katerina Gilbert breathing near him. He doesn't know my existence. How pathetic.
Sneaking around still with the book over my face, I shifted around avoiding face to face with Justin, while Candice looked confused at what I was doing in the corridor. One eye peeked for a moment, I saw Justin was walking nonchalantly in front of me, and suddenly I turned around. Instead of managing to avoid meeting his face to face, I was hit in the head by the door of the student locker that someone opened, practically making the book in my hand fall and I spit out my rage at whoever had banged the locker door on my head.
"Are you blind?!" I groaned rubbing my head.
"Are you?!" The blonde-haired bastard who had slammed the locker door at me retaliated even more fiercely.
Oh, unfortunately, Justin's group stopped for a moment to listen to the commotion in the student locker area. I hid my face as much as possible by turning around, refusing to look back. For some reason dealing with the locker in front of me is more interesting than looking back at the blonde girl beside me now.
"You banged your locker on me!" I shouted at another locker.
The blonde girl next to me frowned. "You're fucking insane. I'm beside you! Whom are you talking to!"
My lips were tucked into a straight line. "With… you! Of course!" My hand swings to the side intending to point at the blonde girl, instead of poking her eyes and she screams in pain even more holding back her angry growl.
"Oh! You dare to mess with me! Don't you know who I am, huh!"
My eyeballs glanced briefly to the left, saw the angry expression on the blonde girl's face due to my carelessness striking her eyes. "Sorry, but I don't know and don't care who you are."
"What's going on here?"
That voice! That's Justin's sweet voice! He came up to us, right behind me, causing me to swallow hard and my eyes widened with horror. Gosh, where's my heart. I couldn't feel my heart's presence because I was too nervous to be around Justin. He's only a few steps behind me! For Superman's panties' sake, I'm so damn dead.
"Oh, Bedington…" the blonde girl's voice beside me softened to a spoiled sigh. "She just poked my eye."
"I didn't mean to!" I said disapprovingly, without taking my eyes off the locker in front of me as if my current interlocutor was that inanimate object.
"I don't care if she poked your eye or not," Justin replied even more sarcastically, secretly making my inner goddess burst into tears of laughter. "I'm bothered by your squeaky voice, Rebekah. Can you not scream hysterically?"
HAHAHA! WHAT DID HE SAY?!
"My voice… is squeaky?" the blonde girl whose name Justin had just mentioned—Rebekah—sighed in disbelief. Suddenly her lips trembled. Oh, looks like she's about to cry hearing Justin call her voice squeaky. "My voice is squeaky?" Even her voice was shaking violently. "No one says my voice is squeaky!"
"Then consider yourself lucky that I said your voice is squeaky."
Even though I can't see the expression on Justin's handsome face behind me, I can feel him smiling lopsidedly as usual when he's dealing with fangirls.
Have I told you that he is very antipathetic towards his fangirls? That's why I chose not to appear in front of him. He shouldn't know my existence in this world than he knows I'm part of his fans and my good dignity is trampled on because of his rejection.
For God's sake, Mandy, stop being dramatic.
"At least I'm pretty, right?" Rebekah's voice sounded pitiful beside me. Out of curiosity, I glanced to the side, seeing her teary eyes.
"No, you're not. You're stupid."
"Stupid?"
"And shallow."
"S-shallow?"
I could feel Justin nodding and grinning exaggeratedly. "And… fake…"
For the sake of Patrick Star, I enjoyed Justin's cursing at Rebekah. The devil on my shoulder nodded cheerfully, agreeing with me.
Seconds later, I heard Rebekah crying. My eyes glanced to the side again, saw her trembling palm touching her lips hyperbolically, then raised her crying voice before turning around and walking away in a huff from the student locker.
Before Justin said anything to me too, I better get out of here. Still reluctant to turn my body and prefer to face the locker in front, I sat groping the floor looking for the whereabouts of the book I had dropped earlier. From the reflection of the locker knob in front of me, I can see Justin's feet kicking my book, sliding it gently until it touches my hand and I can pick it up with a small sigh.
Gosh, the way he gave me the book was so sexy. Although not in a nice way—even far from the word 'polite'—for some reason I like the way.
As soon as I got my fallen book earlier, I shifted to the side, covered my face with my book to approach Candice who had been struggling to read the information on the bulletin board like a stupid. I hastily dragged her hand away from the place, ignoring Justin who turned around and continued walking with his friends earlier. Like boys, they were laughing at the memory of what Justin had just said to Rebekah. My ears move reflexively to hear my figure call one of Justin's friends behind there. Don't get me wrong, my hearing is as sharp as a cat's ear.
"She's weird," a strange voice behind me caught my ear.
And Justin replied with a low snort, "Girls and their stupidity."