A bullied girl meets the popular new student.
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"Still saying that you're perfectly okay?" Max whispers.
I'm surprised to hear that his voice is shaking.
"I'm going to find who did this to you."
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One time, I was the most popular girl in sch...
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Present
I step out of the car, looking up at the building of my school. It's going to be another frustrating day, but as long as I focus on my study, everything will be fine.
Mom and Dad didn't get me into the best school for nothing.
It doesn't matter that I've been an outcast for a year.
A sigh leaves my lips as I tighten my grip on the straps of my backpack. Keep fighting, Luna. You don't want to disappoint them.
A glance at my watch tells me that it's only five minutes until the bell rings. I prefer coming into the class at the last minute even though I'm well aware that the first lesson today will be taught by Mrs. Smith -- she has always pressed the importance of punctuality.
When I arrive in the hallway, most of the students are already settling themselves inside the classrooms. As usual, my body shudders, feeling the coldness of the atmosphere.
This place wasn't supposed to be cold, but since the incident last year, the air has changed -- only for me, though.
The loud sound of footsteps stomping in my direction echoes in my ear, and I turn around to find that someone is running in the hallway. A guy has just arrived, panting, snapping his head around like he's looking for something.
My eyes dart on his features. Chestnut hair. Green eyes, the color emerald -- I can still admire their beauty even though I'm not looking at him up close.
Damn. My eyesight is perfect.
He has a backpack slung across one of his shoulders, his chest still heaving up and down because he was running, and my eyes zoom in on how his shirt fits perfectly onto his body.
Besides having broad shoulders, I can tell that this guy has perfect abs behind that fabric of his shirt.
Oh, God. My eyes are blessed.
My cheeks heat up, and I want to slap myself for having such a stupid thought running in my head about this mysterious stranger.
Now that I think about it, he looks somehow familiar. My eyebrows furrow as my eyes scan him again, and I hold back my gasp as I realize who this guy is.
Max Cooper.
He's a newly transferred student from Australia. I can't be mistaken, because one of the girls in my classroom accidentally sent the link of his Instagram profile into our group chat, saying how hot he is.
My curiosity had kicked in and made me stalk his Instagram profile last night, going through his pictures.
And God damn, he looks even better in real life.
The fact that the girls haven't kicked me out of the group chat is bewildering -- but they like to bully me there once in a while, so I guess that I know why.
