CHAPTER TWO:
I woke up with the sound of my alarm on my phone. I gently opened my eyes and I blinked a few times to adjust my blurry sight. I sighed and took my phone from under my pillow which is still ringing and turn off the alarm. I place the small device beside me as I stand up from my bed.
I wear my slippers as I stretched my arms in the air and yawn. I always hate waking up so early but I have to.
Good thing it's Friday today and I don't have Saturday classes so I don't need to face people on the weekends. Maybe, I'll just stay here inside my apartment and eat everything from my fridge.
"Sab?" I heard a knock from my door. I didn't remember that I have a visitor coming. "Isabelle, are you still there?"
I grabbed the door knob from my room and twisted it to open, then the front door, I swiftly pulled it and a smiling Harry showed up. I furrowed my brows as he didn't even beeped me that he's coming.
"Harry," He made a simple wave and mouthed a ‘hi’. "Why are you here?" I asked.
"You know it's my birthday today right? Aren't you gonna wish me a happy birthday?" Oh, honestly, I forgot. I nodded even though I didn't remember. I just don't want him to think that I'm a horrible friend.
"Yeah," I faked a smile. "Of course, happy birthday,” “But I don't have a gift for you right now Harry."
"It's fine. But you should come tomorrow night on my house. I'll be cooking something and I'll invite some friends. You should bring your friends with you too." he said with one breath.
"I'll think of it." I smile. Honestly, I don't want to come. But at the same time, I don't want to disappoint him.
"No, Sab," he holds my arms and raises his brows. "Promise me you'll come." I stared at his green eyes and he sighed. "It's my birthday celebration, I want you to be there." he looks at me like I have two heads.
"Fine, I'll go." He smiled showing his dimples off and even his perfectly white teeth. Even his eyes look happy and it melted my heart. It s a smile where you got crinkles beside your eyes, and the smile is so big.
He's alone in his life and it would be lonely for him if he won't have a family on his birthday. He's my friend and I treat him as family, so I think I should really come.
And plus, he invited me. It looks so bad when someone invited you but you didn't go. One time that happened to me too. I invited my friends over lunch when we were on the sixth grade. But only few came. And the ones that didn't come are the people who I expected to be there the most.
He opened his arms and enveloped me into a hug, I hugged back and it feels amazing that I made him happy today, even if it's just a friend's act.
As he go and tell me he wouldn't be able to go to school to day for some reasons he didn't tell, I immediately hopped inside the shower and get ready to school. I put jeans on and a white shirt that looks baggy on me. I'm thin, what do you expect?
I grabbed my comb and started brushing off the tangles on my wet hair as I go to the kitchen and find a pizza there which is my left over from last night. I don't have time cooking for myself and I'm a terrible cook. I even burn the rice.
When I finished everything, I locked my apartment room and head to get a taxi outside. Many cabs have passed but they don't stop for me. It's always like that. If you aren't beautiful, no one will like you and no one likes to get near you. Maybe some people do, but I still believe that if you're pretty, everyone's attention is on you.
Everyone wants a pretty face. There's no guy who'll say he's so in love with an ugly girl. It's just shame for them. I wonder if there's a guy who can swallow his ego.
Twenty minutes later, finally there's a cab that stopped in front of me. I opened the door and look at the old driver. He has a curly white hair and he's bald on top. His white t-shirt looks dirty and he has a face towel around the back of his neck.
He's got an old cab but it’s fine for me; at least I have a ride.
I closed that door then he started driving.
"Where are you going child?" the man asked and I told him where I'm going. He nodded at my words and then the ride got silent.
When I reached the school, Michael's gang are standing in front of the gate. They're always wearing black leather jackets and ripped skinny jeans. The only thing that differs from them is that Ashton wears a bandana and Luke has a lip piercing.
I tried not to get noticed but I could feel them looking at me. I walked fast until someone held my arm. I looked at the huge hand that holds me and to the guy.
It's Calum, he frowned. "Where do you think you're going?" He raises a brow. Everyone chuckled except for someone, Niall.
"Let me go." I whined as I tried to pull my arm from him.
"No, you're here to entertain us." He chuckled. "Where are your friends? Are they even your friends? They're gorgeous when you’re not!" He laughed as his eyes crinkled.
I feel the lump growing on my throat and tears threatening to fall. Why do they always treat me like this? Do they know that I have feelings too? That I get hurt? Why can't they leave me alone?
"Calum please, let me go." I saw Niall just watching me being teased by them and he just stands there. He doesn’t do anything on me but he doesn’t help me as well.
Then he puts his Raybans on and crossed his arms like a boss. He leans into a wall and looked away. Why he is even here and why isn't he joining these four guys on picking me. Don't get me wrong, this hurts.
But I'm so confused why he's here when he won't do something on me too.
Minutes later, he excused himself then I was left alone by these four. My face it tearstained and my eyes are sore, I know they're puffy by now.
"We'll see you later, don't even try to escape. We'll find you." Michael says as he pushed me. I tripped and almost fell on the ground but good thing I immediately hold the iron near me.
I walked going inside the school and as my feet move, I feel like everyone’s looking at me with a bad impression. It's like you're looking at a zombie. Do I look that horrible?
It isn't time yet so I decided to go to the comfort room. I looked at the mirror and almost screamed. I look trash. My hair's messy and my face is pale. I bring out a hair band inside my bag and my comb.
I brushed my hair then tied it into a ponytail right after. Before I put the comb inside my bag, I washed my face and dried my face with my handkerchief. I sighed as I look at my face on the mirror.
My hair is perfectly tied into a ponytail and my eyes are still puffy. My lips look dry and my nose red from crying.
Why do people hate me? I didn't even do anything on them. Why do Luke and his friends always pick on me? And why is everyone like that? Some people see me being bullied by these four guys but they seem too careless. Even Niall, he only stared at us.
A single tear slipped again and I immediately wiped it. I just watched me self crying and I look like a mess. I even want to gag because of the reflection of myself just looks bad, or even worse.
I wish I could change. Do they hate me for being ugly and imperfect? But nobody's perfect right? They don't have to do this. I'm so done.
I promise; if I'll be beautiful, I'll make my revenge on them.
Minutes later, two girls came inside and I immediately fixed my posture.
"Did you see that, Niall get my number!" the other one squealed. She's tall and skinny. But she also got curves and her blue dress suits her perfectly. She's blonde and curly and wears make-up. I wish I was as pretty as her.
No wonder that he likes her, she's beautiful and all. Me? I feel like a shit beside them.
As I get to my first class, I noticed everyone is talking about each other. I made my way to the back seat without being seen by anyone. I sighed as I placed my bag on the table. The room is too loud and I feel like my ear drums are breaking.
I looked at the girl beside me and she just smiled. She looks friendly but shy despite of the black nerd glasses she's wearing and chubby appearance.
"I didn't see you here before?" I said, trying to make friends with her. I don't know, I think there's something inside of me and telling me that I want to be friends with her.
She smiled.
"Yeah, I just transferred this semester." I nodded as I smiled back. "I'm Amy by the way, you?" she asked.
"My name's Isabelle. But you can call me Belle."
"Nice name." I mouthed thank you before our professor come in and start his lecture for today. I bring out my notebook for this subject and even my pen and started writing down notes.
The past minutes, I keep tapping my pen on the table silently or yawning. Economics class will always be boring for me even though I try to listen.
The class finished and I said goodbye to Amy. I went to the cafeteria and buy a can of soda and a hotdog. I searched for Cara and Barbara and within minutes, I found them sitting on our usual table.
Cara is smiling widely, and telling something to Barbara, when I get to them. I smiled as I drop my food and sit across them.
"What's up?" I raised my brows. Cara giggled and the other laughed at her. I've never seen her like this.
"Cara has a boyfriend and he's here on our school." Barbara answered. I grinned as she covered her face like it's from embarrassment or something like that.
"You do? Oh my God, who is it?" I asked as I open the can of my soda and take a sip.
"You'll see." she smiled. I'm so happy to see her like this. She's very pretty and of course there would be a guy who'll like her.
After our break, I head back to my next class and good thing, the bullies aren't there. They don't have this class and it's a great thing. As usual, I bring out my Arts notebook and take down notes. Then my teacher started talking about our project.
"You'll be painting a canvas." she says and I feel excited. I like these kinds of projects where you paint and draw stuffs.
Then everyone is chanting that it should be a group project. At first, the teacher says no but she gave up.
"Okay, fine. It's a group project then. But I'm choosing for pairs." everyone yelled no and they want their seatmates to be their partner. Me, I just sit here and watch them waste their voices.
"What do you like, do it alone or group?" the teacher puts his hands on her waist as she raises her brow to everyone.
The whole class finally agreed that it's a group so the teacher grabbed his class record and opened it silently. She scanned it first before mentioning names. I listen attentively and wait for my name to be called.
"Alexander and Selena,"
So it's a girl and boy? I should've been alone. I wish I could tell the teacher that I want to do it alone but I think it's just she won't agree to it.
"William and Jamie,"
I know that these people just don't wanna spend a lot of money on projects because they want to save it and use them for other stuffs like they would use it on their dates, on drinks, for partying or for movies.
As I wait for my name to be called, I silently prayed and thanked God that the guys who are bullying me aren't here in this class. If that would happen, I would rather die than be with them. But I didn't know I wouldn't be happy on the guy paired on me because I thought he don't take this class. Because,
"Niall and Isabelle,"
I think my heart just hopped out from my chest.
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Oops. William and Jamie are here omg guys. Read their story if you still haven’t ;)
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