The Queen And The Freak

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I stood there frozen and blushing after Blair left. Well, I am honestly still amazed and stunned when she pulled off her helmet earlier and revealed her beautiful glowing face with her brown hair so shiny and straight. Oh, I’m so gay.    

What does that girl have that I can't think or talk straight when she's near me?    

She called me sweetheart today. What's that supposed to mean?    

I only hope that she's not playing with me. Damn it! She better not be a playgirl.    

But I still couldn't get over last night. She could be a lesbian, too, so I have a pretty big chance on her. Sh*t, stop being so gay so early in the morning, Pryce.    

“Miss Winsley, are you alright? Did she bother you?” Leanne asked me worriedly, and the rest of the cheerleaders came to me. They might have witnessed the scene earlier.    

“Yes, I'm totally fine,” I answered while looking at each of them.    

“If we knew that she's an a**hole, we shouldn't have talked to her yesterday.” They said, and some nodded in agreement.    

I frowned inside when they called her that. They just don't see the way I looked at Blair. She's an amazing person, and I like her a lot. She's different from everybody, and that made her special to me even though she messed up with me a lot of times. I just couldn't get mad at her for a long time. And I don't know why.    

“Don't worry, girls. I will surely make her pay for everything she did,” I stated while staring at no one. But seriously, my brain is still thinking about that freak, on how her face was so near to mine, her scent is so addictive, her smile is so glorious, her eyes are so beautiful, how her voice when she whispers is turning me--- Okay, stop!    

“Hmm. We're glad that you're fine, Miss Winsley. Just call us whenever you need our help.” Leanne said, and the rest of them agreed.    

There are about seven of them, and they are labeled as the most good-looking students of the academy. I already accepted that I like girls, but I can see that Blair is way more gorgeous than any of them, even with myself. I damn adore her so much. If I could rate her, she's 12 out of 10, or maybe more.    

“Alright. Thank you, everybody!” I thanked them and got inside my car to find another parking space. I need to be earlier tomorrow to park here first. Or I should have placed a reserve placard here.    

“You are always welcome, Miss Winsley,” Maggie said, and they went in different directions.    

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I walked in the hallways, and I noticed that some students were gathering around near the lockers.    

I wonder what's happening there. It shouldn’t be a fight among learners, or I will really need to send them to the Principal’s Office and suspend them if needed.    

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*Blair’s Point of View*    

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I looked at my watch to see that I still got fifteen minutes before our class will start. And on my lucky day, I forgot my history book at the locker. Sh*t, I was not on my mind earlier because of her.    

And I'm walking in the hallways when I noticed that students' eyes were on me… again.    

What's wrong with them? Do I look hilarious? Or maybe because of my clothes. Fudge, I should have worn all black.    

When I was in front of my locker, I saw a guy shoved another boy through the lockers. Then the poor lad fell to his knees as his books and stuff were scattered on the floor.    

I sighed and proceeded to open my locker door.    

Why is it that in every corner of the earth, there are bullies? I really hate them so much.    

“Hahahaha, watch it, Nerd. So clumsy.” The guy laughed while giving his other friends a high-five.    

They are clearly making fun of the boy with curly hair and glasses.    

And as a concerned citizen that can't watch when other people are bullying those who are weaker, I quickly grabbed my book from my locker. I took off my hoodie jacket and placed it inside, then I locked the door.    

I can see them in my peripheral vision that they are going to pass near me. So, as the guy is already behind me, I stepped back with a strong force, and I bumped into him intentionally. Then he fell on the floor with his ass first.    

I just smirked at my great work.    

Students were gathering around, and a lot of them reacted, “Whoa!”.    

“Isn't she the girl that messed with Miss Winsley yesterday?” I heard someone whisper among the crowd.    

“What the f*ck? Who did that? You!” The bully exclaimed and pointed at me while getting up.    

The guy looked so pissed off, and it’s my purpose.    

He stood up immediately and was about to punch me but I dropped my book. So, I bent down to pick it up, and suddenly, I heard a loud bang on top of me.    

I stood straight and saw the guy cupping his right hand while he was wincing in pain.    

“Argh! Motherf*cker!” He loudly cursed, and his face is so damn red like there's smoke exiting his nose and ears.    

I innocently looked at him and his group of jerk friends and turned my gaze to the locker and to see that it was mine that he punched—poor locker door.    

I looked back at them and saw that the bastard’s friends were holding him while dragging him away from me because he was about to attack me again. And when he escaped from his friends' grip, he rushed to me. And this time, he is aiming to punch me straight in my face.    

How dare he make a mess with me? Nobody can touch my face except for that glorious creature last night.    

And as his fist was coming near my face, I effortlessly moved to my right side to dodge it. Then I grabbed his fist and twisted it to his back. This dude is so fudgingly weak. I don't even need to be in my supernatural form to kick his ass.    

He screamed in pain as I dropped my book again, so I could use both my hands to grab his other hand and twist it around his back, the same as the other. And I tightened my grip while still holding him until he fell on his knees and screaming, “F*ck you, B*tch! You're gonna pay for this!”    

He kept yelling foul names at me while struggling to be free from my hold.    

“Yeah, but before that, say sorry to him,” I told him as my eyes searched for the curly-haired boy.    

I can’t believe I’m involved in actual trouble on my second day in this prestigious academy. But actions like this should not be tolerated.    

“No f*cking way!” He retorted, and I held him tighter.    

"Argh!" He cried out, and I'm gritting my teeth. I'm losing my temper. Relax, self, we can get through this sooner. This is just a weakling human, but a very insolent human being.    

“I saw what you did, and everybody did. Is that what kind of student you are? Where are your manners and respect? You don't even have good friends that will help you if you need them.” I blurted out while looking at his two friends, who were trembling at the crowd.    

“Sh*t! What are you just staring at there? Get this b*tch off of me!” He shouted to his FFF–Fake F*ck Friends.    

“I... ah… we, we don't want to be expelled. Sorry, Jake.” The redhead boy apologetically said. Well, good for them.    

“So, it seems like you have no other choice but to apologize to that boy,” I uttered while still holding him down.    

“I will never... Argh!!!” He belted, but I cut him off by holding him stronger.    

“WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING HERE!!!” A familiar voice boomed in the hallways, and everybody stopped moving.