Thanks to my new boyfriend, I couldn't walk straight on my own street without looking back repeatedly in uncertainty. God knows, when the jerk with those frame-less specs must be solving a theorem in his mind and would ignore someone fragile like me walking.

"Afraid your nosy parents might be following you?"

Startled from his calm tone, I halted in my way. The morning breeze didn't help much with the goosebumps that were rising from the sight of him. Instead of jeans, he rocked those black pants, with very faint white checkered pattern. My eyebrows raised along with his confidence when I heaved a sigh at adoring his red sweater and the white collar of his shirt standing straight. His black gloves looked cute when again, he pushed his specs back watching me intently.

"No. I am afraid of a handsome geek from stalking me, asking me to be his girlfriend and looking at me all funny." But of course, I didn't say that. Instead, I remembered how I had fallen asleep right on my table.

The very sight of my drool on the note book's cover churned my stomach. Moreover, my hand reached automatically to my neck that was covered with a white muffler. It was hurting from the position I had slept in.

"Um, thanks for the homework."

His eyebrows raised in surprised, must be because of my polite approach. Ah! He must be thinking I had melted at his kindness. You know, kindness kills me. But for my reputation, I would have to act on by keeping my bitchy face on as he was still same guy who just taunted me about my parents.

A small smirk found it's way on my lips when he cleared his throat, not moving a bit and thinking of something. When I thought that he would reply back politely, the soft words reached my ears.

"You snore like a bear."

My heart jolted consciously. Oh my God! What?

"I don't."

His smirk narrowed while he unfolded his arms, standing away from his bike. His gloved hands reached his pocket as if he was planning for a long conversation and my mouth opened in disbelief.

"Wow! You are creep as f.uck."

His hands stopped as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Instead of wishing a good night, you fell asleep. I kept calling your name but you wouldn't stir. All I could hear were the loud snores," he smirked, staring at me.

Despite glaring at him, narrowing my eyes, and putting an irritated face, I was highly embarrassed. Why did it matter if he heard me snoring? I didn't even know if I snored. Gosh! Stop thinking about it, Lori.

"Well, a kid needs a sleep. That can happen to anyone. I was already sleepy," I blabbered, looking away embarrassingly, trying to hide the smile that was curving my lips.

He controlled his smile, making his nose look red. "You aren't a kid," he muttered, as if reminding himself. "You got boobs."

I let out a nervous laugh, looking away but right then, like a swish, my head turned back to stare at him with wide eyes. "What?" I gasped, watching him enjoying my reaction.

He shrugged his shoulders, smiling slowly, glancing at my breasts for real. Looking back in my eyes, he grinned. "Not much, but they are supposed to be called boobs."

My jaw dropped in utter mortification. "Take that back."

He raised his eyebrows. "That you have boobs. Oh my God, wait. Do you fake them by putting socks in your bra or what?"

My hands were fighting hard to reach for my breasts and cover them. But I controlled for the sake of keeping my ego at peak. "I have boobs. But what do you mean by 'not much'? You can't say that to a girl," I almost shrieked.

He rolled his eyes. "I can always say the truth. You have them, because you have reached puberty. But they aren't as big as they should be-"

"Don't you dare. God! You are disgusting." I shrieked, turning around and walking away, feeling mortified.

"And you watches porn, right." He spat back, making me groan.

I could hear him hurriedly taking his bike off the stand and rushing to reach me. He started walking beside me, making me blink rapidly. The conversation about my boobs had almost made me feel conscious of myself. I had boobs, I knew. I see them daily. I wouldn't be able to lay on my stomach for longer because of them. It would hurt while running without wearing sports bra. And on top of which, him saying something like that had fired my ass.

"Loretta, don't stomp. Your leg is hurt. Sit behind me." He muttered quietly. I could feel his gaze on me. "You are supposed to be thankful to me today."

"You are supposed to respect me and my body. Did I say you look skinny too, unlike other boys?" I argued back. "My mom would always tell me to never comment on someone's physique because it's not in our hands to make ourselves for real. God made us. We can make amends but we can't be perfect. What if I look flat to you, I won't show you my breasts just to prove the point."

I sounded way too outrageous that had gotten him the idea how offended I was.

"You can't get angry at me. I helped you with the homework," he muttered again, making me stop in my tracks.

Clenching my jaws, I removed my bag off my shoulders, putting it down and taking out my Maths notebook. His lips parted in uncertainty in slow motion as I opened my notebook and looked at him. Finding the pages I wrote last night, I ripped them off, giving him the death stare.

Putting my notebook inside my bag, I hung the bag up back on my shoulders. Taking his hand, I crushed the papers and put them in his fists, staring in his eyes.

"I am not your girlfriend anymore," I said loudly, feeling goosebumps prickling my arms.

He breathed hard, glancing down at the papers and then back at me. In a very slow motion, I observed the change in his eyes. From those blank stares, his orbs filled with utter fury. His jaws clenched while nostrils flared.

"There is no going back, Loretta. You are going to be my girlfriend, forever."

A snicker left my mouth as I stepped back, shaking my head. "Well, your words are shallow, Marcus. You suck as a boyfriend because you dare to insult your girlfriend. I never commented at your dick. Did I ever say it's tiny?"

Those angry looks faded away as a sudden chuckle escaped this mouth. "You haven't even seen my dick yet-"

"I can make an accurate guess."

It was his time to snicker at me wildly and I knew, I lost the moment. Collecting my mouth and ego, I turned around and started stomping away despite the utter pain in leg.

"Loretta," he kept calling, riding beside me.

But I was hurt deeply. I myself didn't know why. Maybe, I felt for the first time truthfully, that I didn't deserve him or any other guy. Maybe, I felt that I would never become perfect like that mean girl, Tabitha. Maybe, I would always be insecure of our relationship because of having 'not much' round boobs.

I hated this feeling.

I hated him.

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Sitting in the class had turned a torture when all I could feel was curious gazes on me. Since the morning, I entered the school without the infamous Marcus Brent and his death bike, everyone had started to make assumptions.

Maybe, he was giving her a lift as her leg is broken.

They have broke up. He must have understood how boring and stupid she is.

Maybe, her parents got to know who the Brent's are.

I clenched my jaws, looking around and glaring each one of the student as they started looking away from me. But beside me were sitting my friends, who didn't have to look away to pretend that they weren't interested.

"What happened, Lori? What did he do?" Joan sounded way too sad. As if we were her favourite couple.

"Did he touch your or something?" Alyssa had been making fourth assumption this time.

I blinked slowly, staring at the teacher who was wisest of all, not giving fuck to the trendy news of the high school that why Loretta didn't arrive sitting behind Marcus Brent on his death bike, today.

"He is an ass."

They stopped breathing and looked at the front. Now, they knew my anger and wouldn't talk until the last bell. The last time I was angry, I had left the class and had gotten detention. I dared to do that in the strictest teacher's period.

Nothing of it was as irking as the calm curtain that Marcus had put on his face when I saw him passing the cafeteria during the break. Just like always, he gave a glance at Ted's group and never at me, left the area to go back to his paradise, the library.

Wasn't he ashamed of what he did to me? Wasn't he angry that I was overreacting? For me, I wasn't but he could at least argue.

"Urgh!" I groaned, kicking the bench and just that the bell rang, declaring the lecture was over.

"Damn, it's Maths. Did you the homework? Can you show me. I couldn't understand the last problem?" Alyssa asked the boy seating behind her, while all my cells in the body were awakened.

Oh God!

That teacher would give me detention for a month. He could fail me in his continuous hatred. In utter humiliation that I had felt, I had tore off the first three questions too that I had done myself.

My blood ran cold as the teacher entered the class. His big mustache and those specs reminded me of his dedication towards teaching us. He would get so frustrated with any student's mere talking during his teaching.

"Good afternoon, class."

Joan had put her notebook on the bench already. I could start copying her work until the teacher would come collecting other's notebooks. But these were ten whole questions. Not possible.

"Good job, Mr. Atwood." He complimented one of the guys who wouldn't really submit was far, won't even think about doing their homework on usual days.

I chuckled at my bad luck. Today, even savage ones were being sincere and I had to boost up ego and rip those papers apart of my hard work of last night. And his too.

"Are you okay?" Joan asked me, when a soft whisper passed my lips. Her hand came upon my elbow. "You look pale."

Alyssa widened her eyes when she saw the teacher coming. "Oh God, don't tell me you didn't do your homework. Come on, Lori. You promised that we would be a good trio and prove it to the whole class."

"I will tell him, I had pain in my leg." I whispered out worriedly.

Joan clicked her tongue. "He won't buy it."

Mr. Blake had started to take notebooks from the students sitting ahead of us. My legs were shaking, I felt so regretful of my act in the morning. I wanted to do well this year and avoid disappointing my mother again.

But my old self spoke to me, it wasn't the first time I would be listening to  the scoldings. It was not that bad.

Calming myself I was ready to be the bad one sitting in between Joan and Alyssa with their homework all done.

"Can I come in, Mr. Blake?"

The familiar voice brought butterflies to my stomach despite the anger I felt remembering how he talked to me this morning.

"Marcus," Mr. Black calling him by his first name meant he liked him. "What brings you here?"

Marcus entered the classroom, his eyes moving from faces to faces until they fell right on me. I could swear, I felt air stopping around me.

He forwarded a notebook in his hand in my direction. "Loretta had forgotten her notebook on her study table. Her mother came to my home so I can hand over it to her."

My mouth opened in shock along with the whole class who hadn't heard him speaking that much before. Everyone was intrigued in listening to more of Marcus Brent whom every teacher in the school adored.

The boys sitting at the back cleared their throat knowingly, making Marcus raise his brow at them. There was a thick silence until Mr. Blake looked at me.

"You can give it to her. And Miss Loretta, stop being so careless."

I would have rolled my eyes in another circumstances but for now, I could breathe in relief and shamefully take the notebook from Mr. Blake who didn't give it to me until I murmured a Yes.

"Thank you, Marcus." Mr. Blake smiled respectfully, making the creepy specs nod and leave the class but not before giving me a look that said 'keep quiet and go with the flow'.

I opened the notebook and saw the same questions being all done in an intentionally broken writing. A smile came upon my lips as I guessed he tried hard to match it to mine.

All the ten questions done. My heart started fluttering wildly!

Mr. Blake took our notebooks and I submitted not before taking out a slip that was between the last page, peeking out. Just as he turned around to go to the other rows, both my friends shoved their elbow in my sides, trying to tease me to a scarlet shade.

"Perks of having a boyfriend," Joan sighed, putting her chin on her hand.

I blushed deeply, not being able to say anything but understand that he really wrote those solutions again for me.

"A scholar one," Alyssa chuckled, giving me an adoring look.

I shook my head and put my hands in my lap, opening the little chit, hiding from their eyes.

I never said, I didn't like small breasts.

I crushed the chit immediately and gasped, staring at the front.

"You are so lucky, Lori." Alyssa muttered while Joan nodded, agreeing.

I nodded my head sarcastically, still not being able to forget how thankful I was.

"I truly am."

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