❝𝓘𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽...
...𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼❞
Someone special in your life was taken from you...
And now your goal is to get him back...
But how?
What...
Ice had a disgusted look on his face recalling the moment Ying thought he was flirting with Y/n "seriously, she's like a sister to me" he muttered under his breath, cleaning the chalkboard. But then again, he had that tiny thought in his mind 'I noticed, she's becoming distant' the Y/n he knew was someone clingy and whined until she gets the thing she wanted which he secretly hated. And of course, because she doesn't read the room and proceeds to ruin someone else's moment. (Spicy gossip)
But now, she's different from what she was before. He only knew Y/n as a brat (omg) "it's probably puberty" he mumbled.
...
They had gym classes in the afternoon which is why everyone had to change into their PE uniforms. After changing, everyone formed a line and started doing warm-ups with Papa Zola leading the exercise. Y/n was lost in thought while she does her stretches according to Papa Zola's instruction was somehow lost in thought, 'contractors huh? Several contractors are part of this scheme, which means more trouble for me' she sighed before snapping back into reality. "Y/nnnn!!" Gopal ran to her, breathing heavily. "Are ya gonna play soccer with us?" I turned down his offer excusing myself, reasoning that I'm not in a good state to focus. Gopal sighed in disappointment and patted my head "okay, you should sit on the bleachers and take a rest. You've been spacing out since this morning" he gave me a comforting look before leaving to play with the others.
I watched him run to the field as I made my way to the bleachers. Sitting down at the very top of the bleachers made me feel calm a little, maybe it was because the wind was blowing through my face. I watched the others have fun while I'm stuck with my thoughts.
What am I doing with my life? Am I making the right decisions?
Suddenly I felt the bleacher move, someone casually sat beside me. "Heya Y/n!" It was Drake, the class clown, the guy who I also sat with when I was upset with Boboiboy. "Whatcha thinking?" He asked grinning with his teeth showing. "It's nothing" he raised his brow at me as if he knew I was lying.
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Drake Acheron
(Source: Pinterest, I apologize if I couldn't properly give credits I don't know who's art this is)
"That look doesn't seem nothing to me. Ohh is this spicy gossip?!! Do tell!" He goofily looked at me with interest sparking in his eyes. I couldn't help but sigh, this guy likes to intervene. "Let's see, it's probably about Boboiboy" he teased, if it weren't for having others around I might've punched him already.
"Please don't provoke me, I don't like to dirty my hands" he scooted away as if I was a maniac killer, well, that deals with that. "But it's him isn't it?" He scooted closer again with that teasing tone of his. Ah fuck... "Stop, just stop Drake" he only poked my arm and kept insisting I spill. "How about I spill your blood??" He smiled and said "go ahead, it's not like they wouldn't care" my eyes widened at his statement.
He kept his goofy grin while I contemplate whether he was joking or being realistic. "Drake is you..." "Oh wait it's my turn to play! See ya later Y/n!" He then bolted out of my sight to play with the others. I stood up from my seat as I feel my head getting dizzy all of a sudden. I quickly went over to Papa Zola and asked if I could go to the infirmary for a bit. He let me off as I made my way to the infirmary, the walk there was a little quiet, the halls were occupied by a student or two but it was just quiet.
When I got to the school clinic, I asked the nurse to give me some headache medication. I was given medicine and asked to sit on the bed. She asked, looking at me with concern, "You've been to the clinic quite a lot lately. Have you been feeling a little under the weather, L/n?" She asked, her tone laced with worry. "N-no, it's probably just stress, ma'am." I could tell she wasn't happy with my response once I've heard her sigh. "You're getting skinnier and paler, perhaps you should get a professional check-up soon." she continued, I could only nod and lay back on the bed.
How could I have allowed someone to have the ability to screw me over so severely?
