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Lies
p a r t  f i v e

THE GUYS BURSTED OUT laughing, even the male coach was unable to control himself and let out a few laugh-like coughs, while the main guy behind it all, Isaac, glanced towards my direction as he mouthed "sorry not sorry." In fury, my body tensed up. The girls, with questioning looks, glanced towards their friend, whispering among each other. While I, being the honor student I was, sat quietly at my seat, not moving a single inch, with the answer that the girls are anticipating for in my own mind. By the end of today, I'll probably end up as a laughing stock with some immature nickname just because one guy.

One particular guy that has now been promoted to the top of my blackmail list.

If this were a rom-com, he and I would begin the story by meeting one another with awkward first impressions, hate each other then gradually falling head over heels.

But, thankfully, this isn't, instead this is the reality known as high school. And in this high school, rarely anyone is interested in actual relationships, not even the jocks or cheerleaders. And if you do end up in one, the stereotypical mean girls will gladly end your life. Unless you're me, that is.

The case for me is that I'm the daughter of the woman who's best friends with the principal, the only mean girl that actually is ending my life is Alessia, also ironically famous for being the daughter of the principal. Like, sure, make sure mean girls don't go near me, but make sure the meanest of them all is able to ruin me with a snap of her finger.

So whoever wrote this rom-com can enjoy destroying my existence with this figurative language called irony, and maybe even sprinkle in some puns while they're at it.

I scoffed as the substitute made her best attempt at winning control over her students, her voice being overly soft and elderly-like, making me want to bang my head onto a wall.

But before I do bang my head onto a wall, a soccer ball gets kicked towards my directions, moving at a quick speed, just inches before it reaches my face, I caught the ball with my hands, my heart banging onto my rib cage. I turn around, between the red strings, I see a faint color of black waving around and dropped the ball onto the ground, letting it roll to someone's feet, a guy. The guy picks up the ball with his feet, kicking it up, and for a second, I glanced at the guy's pinkie, that's when, for the first time ever, I saw a black string tied around it. "Oh look, it's Keem Ee-Uhm Ah-Eh 2.0."

I looked up and we made eye contact, his entrancing aquamarine eyes meeting my dark chocolate ones. And that's when I knew.

      Isaac Demeter will become the series of bad luck in my life, whether we like it or not.


A/N
chapter one is completed
i kinda left it on a cliff hanger
but not really
since its just the start
x Helen

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