Chapter 2: Tormented by my crush
Eva's POV
The humiliation I felt was indescribable. I had never been humiliated like this before. All I had done was try to be friendly, and this was how he repaid me. I felt a mix of anger and shame, but deep down, I was still inexplicably drawn to him. I saw him smirk at me, and I couldn't help but wonder why I was still attracted to him.
Was there something else to him that made me feel this way? Something beyond his cruel behavior that I couldn't see? I was confused and frustrated with myself for still feeling drawn to him despite how he had treated me.
But then I blinked, facing the harsh reality that I was still sitting on the ground, where I had fallen after he pushed me. I lifted my head and met the mocking gazes of the people around me.
Some were snapping pictures, others were recording me, and most were laughing. I felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation, and I knew I had to escape. I wished the ground would swallow me up. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.
I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran, not stopping until I reached a safe distance. Once I was far enough away, I slowed down to catch my breath, trying to process the embarrassment and shame of what had just happened.
After I sat down, still too close to the scene of my humiliation, I tried very hard not to cry, refusing to let the emotions overwhelm me. I didn't want to feel sad or vulnerable.
But as I sat there, I glanced down at my timetable and realized I had a mathematics class to attend—and I was already running a few minutes late. The realization jolted me out of my stunned state, and I knew I had to pull myself together and get moving.
I made my way to the classroom, still reeling from the embarrassment. My heart was heavy, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of humiliation. Before entering the class, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.
I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone, fearing they might have seen the videos or pictures taken earlier. I wondered if they had already been uploaded online, spreading my embarrassment far and wide.
I kept my head down, not wanting to look up, but eventually, I couldn't help but raise my eyes. That's when I saw Garvin, sitting in the back of the classroom, looking at me with a mischievous grin. His gaze sent shivers down my spine.
As soon as my eyes met his, I quickly looked away, feeling a mix of emotions. But before I knew what was happening, I felt a sudden obstacle in my path and tripped, falling hard to the ground. My head hit the floor with a loud thud, accompanied by the sound of laughter.
I felt like I was about to pass out from embarrassment. That's when I saw Garvin, and I realized, to my horror, that he had intentionally stuck out his leg, waiting for me to walk by. I hadn't noticed the obstacle and tripped right over it. I clenched my fists angrily.
The classroom erupted in laughter, with all eyes on me. The embarrassment was too much to bear, and I felt like I'd reached my limit of humiliation for the day.
As I struggled to get up, I realized that some of my classmates were taking pictures and videos of me again.
"Please... stop," I muttered audibly. I felt like I was going to go viral, and the embarrassment was suffocating.
It seemed like I was at the mercy of the school bully, Garvin. I quickly stood up, trying to regain my composure, but everything around me was spinning.
I felt dizzy from the impact of hitting my head on the ground. In my disoriented state, I had even forgotten that we had a teacher in the class. Then, I heard my name being called, and I turned to see our teacher looking at me with concern.
"Why aren't you watching where you're going?" the teacher asked, his voice firm but concerned. I felt like crying as I tried to answer, still reeling from the embarrassment.
But before I could respond, I heard Garvin's mocking voice, "Come on, answer the teacher! Why aren't you being careful?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm, and I could sense his smugness.
I chose to ignore him, keeping my focus on the teacher. "I apologize," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Be careful next time, and watch where you are going. Go to your seat," the teacher said, and I quickly made my way to my seat, trying to escape the spotlight and the piercing gazes of my classmates.
I couldn't believe that I was being bullied by the guy I had a crush on. It was a surreal and painful experience. The person I had admired and liked was now the one making my life miserable. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was treating me this way. The humiliation and embarrassment I felt were compounded by the fact that it was coming from someone I admired.
He turned around and stared at me, his smirk growing wider as he seemed to take pleasure in my misery. I felt my face burn with anger and embarrassment, my eyes welling up with tears that I desperately tried to hold back. I couldn't bear the thought of crying in front of him, in front of everyone.
My face felt like it was on fire with shame and anger, and I couldn't muster the courage to face the situation. I felt helpless and trapped in a never-ending nightmare, wondering if I would ever wake up from this living hell. The feeling of being tormented by the person I admired was almost too much to bear.