Luna

17 | livid

Slowly, I turn around, my whole body shaking with anger. Other students in the hallway start to whisper, watching the scene.

Mikaela scoffs. Something glint in her eyes, something like satisfaction. The sight of me seething seems to feed her need to piss me off even more. Rory and Nadine watch behind her, and judging from the anticipation on Rory's face, she would gladly let Mikaela hurt me.

"Do you think that you're special because your mother is a famous celebrity?" Mikaela asks, her voice filled with disgust. "A superstar, my ass. She used to be labeled as the nation's whore. Like mother, like daughter."

I ball my fist on my side so tightly that I wonder why my skin doesn't bleed with how deep my nails sink into my palm. I storm toward Mikaela, rage consuming me.

"What did you just say?" I hiss when I come face to face with her.

I'm used to be insulted by the whole school, but I can't hold myself back if one says something nasty about my family, especially about Mom.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Mikaela smirks, her eyes piercing right through me as she says the words very slowly and clearly, "Your mother is a slut. A whore. And your father is one of the stupid men who fell for her tricks, the tricks you also used to make Tyler and Max--"

Before she can finish her sentence, I grip her shoulders, pushing her against the wall, causing Rory and Nadine to let out a small scream.

"Take that back," I snarl, my voice shaking.

How dare she said that?

She doesn't know anything about my parents. About their love. Their pain. Their miseries. She doesn't know anything.

I'm trying so hard to prevent my angry tears from falling -- I'm so angry, so very angry.

But it seems that Mikaela is too. To her, the fact that this Loony Luna is now cornering her is degrading -- it makes her livid, and I can see it clearly in her amber eyes that I'm now looking into.

Mikaela pushes my chest with both of her hands, with such a force that makes me stumble back, but I quickly regain my balance so that I won't fall on my back.

"Who do you think you are, threatening me like that?" she bites out, advancing toward me before pushing my chest again.

I step back because of the push, and she steps forward again.

"You have no right to speak to me like that," she lashes out, her eyes burning with equal rage. "You're disgusting. You're just a joke in this school. You're a nuisance." She pushes me again, this time with all the power she got in her body.

Before I know what's happening, there's nothing below my feet, and my body is falling back into thin air, falling so low. My heart freezes as I see the railing around me, and fear wraps around me as I realize that I'm falling off the stairs.

My eyes widen while I prepare myself to feel the extreme pain of my head being knocked on the ground, and just as I squeeze my eyes shut, I feel a tight grip on my wrist.

I snap my head to my side, only to find Tyler holding me back from falling. He's in the middle of walking up the stairs, and I release my breath in relief.

Or not.

Tyler's eyes turn cold as ice the moment he realizes that it's me he's holding back, and a second later, I feel myself falling in mid-air again as he lets go of me.

No, it can't be.

Tyler.

Tyler hates me that much.