Five.
Stella's POV
It's been a week since the day Alex saved me from Dave and his gang, and he has been really nice to me recently. Whenever Dave tries to torture me, he comes to protect me. I thank so much to God for sending me a rescuer like Alex.
I can't tell that I'm not happy because I certainly am really happy. But it kind of annoys me. Alex isn't aware that a lot of girls are always staring at him, but I am. I really am. I know those girls are liking Alex just by the look they give to him. I'm a girl, and hell yeah I know those looks.
I've ever told this to Alex before, but he just laughed and said nonchalantly, "You think over them too much. Don't worry, they won't do anything."
How can he say like that when those girls bluntly give me a death glare every single freaking day?
Boys can be so clueless sometimes...
But yet, I can't also avoid the fact that he actually is a really good guy. He treats me like a girl when another guy treats me like I'm a fucking useless girl.
I've never met a boy like Alex in the most of my teenage years.
Let me repeat.
Never.
Ok, I know it's so embarrassing when most of girls like me out there actually has already hung out with boys everyday. But I'm not like one of them. I am who I am. I perhaps am a nerd like y'all think, but I'm not that nerd you know.
I might don't hang out with boys nor girls, but it isn't a problem. I'm fine with it. I like being alone.
But this is a bit different now. There's Alex, and I know he has affected my life, or especially social life, so much. I am kind of visible now, and I to be honest don't like it. I like being invisible because no one will see or notice me. My existence.
But I can't blame Alex for all of these things. He isn't wrong. He doesn't even do anything wrong to me, literally. He is kind, and it couldn't stop me from smiling.
Stop Stella. You act like an idiot.
But Alex's face keeps coming into my mind, giving me a bunch of sparks right on the stomach.
Ok, I know exactly what it is. But I'm not brave enough to admit it even to myself.
I can't acknowledge it, because I thought it is too fast. We've just met, and it's impossible if ―
"Stella, do you pay attention?" a voice suddenly sounds, causing it to bring me out of my own thoughts. I look over the whole class which is staring at me, and I all of a sudden feel embarrassed.
"What did you think of?" Mr Frank, my math teacher, asks as he raises his eyebrows. His eyes pierce mine, making me nervous and suddenly feeling mute.
Feeling like he can read my mind, he questions once again "Did you think about a boy?"
Ok, this is now so embarrassing. The class bursts into laughter as my cheeks instantly turn red in embarrassment.
"What? No!" yeah, I just deny the truth. I can't tell the fact in front of a teacher and students, can I? I'm not that stupid you know.
"Stella, come here" Mr Frank speaks, his deep voice creates a suspense silence among the whole class.
I gulp my saliva down through my throat, as I slowly stand up of my chair and walk down to front him.
I face him, and I know a bad thing will happen.
One.
Two.
Three.
"Detention class, now."
See?
The whole class is silent for a while, so am I.
I know a bad or even a worst thing will happen, but I still can't register Mr Frank's words into my head. I probably hear it wrong, but his voice echoes loud and clear.
Detention class?
I've never entered that class before, and I'm kinda proud of that. I mean, oh come on. It's impossible for a girl like me to enter that class. But now... I really feel disappointed for myself.
Oh God, what do I just do?
Knowing that I don't move, Mr Frank clears his throat slightly.
"Do you hear me?" he asks.
"Um, yeah" I nod awkwardly, as I put my backpack and quickly making my way out of the class to the detention room as fast as I can.
I let out a deep breath. I can't be mad at Mr Frank at all because I know it's actually my fault. I shouldn't be daydreaming when the class is going on.
I walk listlessly through the quiet corridor. I know that everyone is studying right now.
Studying.
Oh how I wish I can be like them. Studying peacefully without have to think about getting a detention class.
I sigh. If only I can roll back the time, then I will.
I reach the detention room, as my heart suddenly beats quickly. I shut my eyes for a while, just to make sure that this is a bad dream. But when I've opened my eyes, I still see a brown door in front of me. Ok, I've to accept the fact that I'm getting a detention class.
I open the door, as I step inside. The room is quiet. I only see a person whom I assume as a man, is now sitting down on his chair. It seems like he doesn't notice my coming, because he keeps reading a newspaper in his grip.
"Excuse me" I start saying, as a man ahead me puts his newspaper down to look at me. I can guess he is middle aged just by the look of his face. A name tag adheres on his overalls, and I can see his name.
Bentley.
"Do you get a detention?" he frowns.
I nod, "Yeah"
"I've never seen you before" he speaks.
Me neither!
But I don't tell my mind out loud. Instead, I just smile.
"What did you do?" he asks.
"I.. daydreamed" I mumble. This is a stupid and disgraceful reason ever.
He chuckles for a while and nods afterwards. "Okay, come here."
He puts a small white paper from a drawer of the shelf and writes down some words on it. I wait patiently.
"This. Write down these words onto two papers" he gives me two large papers as I slowly gulp down in shock.
Oh man, really?
He then directs me to the square table and demands me to settle down on the black chair which fits to the table.
"Give me if you're done" he says as he walks towards his own seat a few seconds later.
I sit down, watching the papers in a complete silent.
'I will not daydream again, I'm sorry.' That's what the middle aged man named Bentley wrote.
I know it doesn't seem that much, but it's too much for me. I've just daydreamed, and I've to write these words? This is unbelievable.
I exhale, and immediately start writing down.
Nothing's more boring than doing this shit.
After a couple minutes of writing the most boring and tiring thing ever, I finally finish my work. I give it to Mr Bentley as he allows me to go out afterwards.
I sigh in relief. It feels like I'm released of the jail.
It's about ten minutes to go before the bell finally rings, announcing all students that the school is over.
I'm about to walk anywhere my feet could bring me to, when someone suddenly blocks my step.
My look immediately falls onto Dave's jerk face. I don't know where he comes from, but I do feel annoyed with his presence of keeps irritating me.
Oh gosh, I love my life so much. (Note sarcasm)
"What are you doing?" I ask in annoyance as I wonder where his friends are.
"Do you get a detention class?" instead, he ignores my question as if I don't even ask anything to him.
"Yeah" I answer lazily.
"Whoa, I don't even know a loser like you are mischievous" a smirk emerges on his pretty jerk face, causing me try so hard to hold on my sudden manner to punch or do whatsover to him.
"Whatever" I roll my eyes as I turn on my heels to leave him. But unfortunately, he grasps my wrist too tight as if his grip is even possible to shatter my arm into pieces.
"Why are you brave to oppose me now?" his eyes stick into mine, making me to shiver in cringe and pain due to his grip.
He knows so well how to intimidate me.
"I-I don't mean like that" I stutter stupidly.
Oh God, why the hell do I always end myself up being a fool in front of him?
He looks around for a while before eyeing me. "Your super hero isn't here to help you now, loser."
I gulp down. Not because I'm scared. Well, in fact I'm a bit. But most of all is because he is utterly true. Alex usually goes everywhere together with me. But not now.
Can't my life just get any better for once please?
"You look scared, don't you?" he smirks, knowing that he holds the game this time. Knowing that I've nothing to be my shield.
But I desperately cover up my fear inside. I won't show my frightened to the jerk in front of me. Never.
"No. I'm not scared" I fake a bravery smile in hope he will believe me. But instead, his usual smirk is turning on again his face.
"You lied."
Am I that bad at lying?
"I didn't" I keep setting a calm smile.
He frowns slightly. Ha, gotcha!
"You aren't scared?" his eyes pierce mine, investigating if I'm lying or not.
Yet a sudden boldness has controlled over myself, causing me to challenge his gaze.
Here we go jerk.
"Why do I have to be scared to you?" I state as I pretend raising an eyebrow towards him. Maybe I need to defy him sometimes even if I know I have to deal with the risk after all.
But instead, Dave laughs as if my words are funny.
"Aren't you aware that you always look scared when you see me?" he asks between laughter.
Oh, so this is the problem.
I curse myself inwardly for always being scared in front of him. But still, I can't blame myself at all for being stupidly scared. It comes out naturally.
"Ah, so that is the problem?"
I smile once more, knowing it will just actually make him confused to death.
"What do you mean 'that is the problem?" his face expresses a seriousness and confusion.
"Why? Am I wrong?" I question calmly, knowing that this isn't the respond he wants me to do.
"Yes, you really are wrong" his deep voice sounds to threaten me, but I don't give a damn about it. Maybe I have to train my bravery because I will definitely need it in another time.
"I'm not" I cross my arms over my chest, as I smirk a bit.
"Do you know who are you talking to?" he asks as his face hardens in horror. I know he's getting furious now.
"I know. I'm now talking with a popular boy named Dave Clayton which is standing in front of me right now and is always bullying me. Am I correct?" I ask, as I quietly look around us. The corridor is still silent. Oh God, can't the bell just ring now please?
The situation isn't even getting better.
"Stop speaking like you're a big boss here" he seaks, as I snort in disgust.
"You're not a fucking God, so why do I have to be nice to you when you even never do it to me?" I say, as I realize I'm out of control. I carefully take a look at Dave, as his eyes radiate an anger.
Ok, calm down Stella.
"No one, even the girls, can challenge me like this. Yet instead, they will praise on me because they know I'm the sexiest guy at school. And how dare you to say it in front of my face" he states confidently as a cocky smirk starts appearing on his face, again.
I roll my eyes. Once a jerk will always be a jerk.
"Well, I'm not like one of those stupid girls. I'm not going to praise on you like what they always do" I retaliate his answer.
"Are you sure?" he smirks.
"I really am" I speak.
"I'm gonna change your mind then," he says.
Then, the unexpected yet stupid words suddenly dribble out of my mouth,
"Prove it."
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