"Because you don't go with me to talk to them, you're not aware that's the topic we usually talk about. That's what we have agreed upon, dear. At least before you give birth, there is already a father who will meet your child. For other people who think that Lucas is just a cover-up, the agreed upon plan is good, right?"
I remained speechless. I also suddenly lost my appetite because of what I found out, so instead of having breakfast with my mum, I immediately left the house and went to my school. I just pay for a taxi instead of traveling on the road with my mother. She, my mother, must have known this behavior of mine—that what she told me put me in a bad mood.
However, I didn't anticipate there would be another thing that would add to my mood getting even bad. When I arrived inside our classroom, I was greeted by Monica's balloons and what was inside was paint. So, when the balloons hit me, my arms, legs, and even my uniform were stained with paint.
Fvck!
"Come on! We didn't know you were the one coming in, Chanty! I thought it was Ken who was coming in. We were waiting for him to tease him, eh," Monica said. It was obvious that she was just sneaking around because her whole troop was laughing at me. As well as my other classmates.
"That's the reward of those who love to overlap. Don't you like being the star of the show always? You deserve that, anyway!" Jade said and sneered at me. She came closer to me and using the handkerchief she was holding, she spread more paint on my white blouse. "Maybe it won't hurt your baby when he/she tastes the paint, right? Will that father be angry with us?"
"Girl, remember that her baby has no father!" Faye laughed. "A rapist who will take accountability to his victim, where can you see that?"
Their mockery is way too below the belt. They are too much! I have to admit that I am disgusted with them, and I want to rush and slap them one by one. I just can't do it. I cannot move. Because… How can I even fight them? How can I guarantee myself I will win the fight as soon as I start it?
"Holy moly, Faye! You just made her cry! I think she was very hurt when she realized that she would have a child without a father!" Kate laughed and her friends also laughed.
They really enjoy making me a clown in this class.
"Such a loser and a crying baby-"
Monica didn't finish talking, maybe because of the man who suddenly entered our room and immediately took his place in front of me to check my condition. His eyes were full of concern for me.
"What happened to you?" Lucas asked me. "Who did this?"
No single letters formed in my mouth. I was as if unable to speak. I didn't speak because I didn't want to look like a hypocrite. That's why Lucas turned to Monica's group while he hid me behind his back.
"I won't be surprised if you are the one who did this to Chanty," he said while looking at Monica. "You still haven't really changed-"
"Excuse me? I don't understand! What is your connection with that loser? Since when you became a defender of losers, Lucas?!"
"If there's a loser here, it's you," he snapped. "And may I remind you to stop calling Chanty a loser. You mention that to her one more time, I will make sure to put you in a place you really belong, Monica. Stop messing with my fiance, do you understand?!"
"W-What? Fiance?!"
Lucas left me for a moment so he could get closer to Monica's seat. From here, I can clearly see what Lucas did; where he took Monica's chin with his hand, lifted it up and sneered at her.
"I understand if your brain needs to get some time to process everything you've heard from me. Because I know I hurt your pride when the woman you keep entitling to be a loser is now my fiance. Well, definitely… you should be. Because that only proves you're the real loser here, Monica."
After that, Lucas and I were taken out of the classroom. Wherever he intends to take me, I don't know, and I didn't even bother to know. All I could think about while we were walking was how I would be able to thank him for what he did to defend me? Because of what he did, I also felt, finally... that feeling that I have an ally.
—
"Why did you do that, Lucas? Those people would really believe now that we're really in a romantic relationship!" I angrily pushed Lucas away from me to stop him from wiping my arm with his bimpo.
"What's wrong with what I did? I wasn't lying to them when I told them we were engaged, right?"
"Even so! I hope you didn't do that either. You even told Monica about us. How do you think she will react because of what you said?"
I don't know Lucas personally, but I always see him on campus. We are schoolmates, okay? And his name is making even more noise since he is the grandson of the principal of the school I attend. Add to that, last year… his and Monica's name became famous when they both became in a relationship. Of course, most of the students here have a crush on Lucas. He's such a handsome guy, talented… He is also a varsity player on our campus, also a singer and dancer. Plus, he's smart and an honor student.
That's why there were many young ladies who got insecure and secretly hated Monica when it was announced that Monica was dating Lucas. Imagine, the so-called heartthrob in our school, Monica experienced becoming Lucas' girlfriend, of course she was already very lucky.
"You're worried about how Monica will feel… but you're not worried about yourself?" He even insisted on coming to me to use the bimpo that he soaked in water to remove the paint stuck to my skin. He was clinging to my arm so tightly that I couldn't move him away from me. "Meanwhile, you were bullied. You should worry more about yourself than other people, Chanty. That girl is using your issue to make fun of you, and there you are... you are concerned about the girl who is leading the way to bully you?"
With that, I left with no answer. I was speechless because even myself don't know how to respond to Lucas.
"In order to prevent them using that rape victim card against you..." Lucas grabbed both of my shoulders, which is why I raised my head and looked at him. "Then, use me."