This chapter is dedicated to Benita Moks😍
EMMA'S POV
How in bikini bottoms did I go from winning awards for Eastview to being an underwear model for her? Mom was right, Final year!!!
"What's wrong Johnson? Cat's got your tongue?" Becky says moving closer to me. Now would be the perfect time to defend myself but I don't, the fact that I can't seem to stand up for myself aside, i tell you no one needs an explanation more than I.
"That's no....t, tha......ts not m...e? Right?" I stutter, muttering the last word for the sake of my sanity.
"You mean that extremely ugly, overweight nerdy slut with Norman isn't you?" Becky says hands on heart faking suprise. "Then you must have a look alike, maybe a twin? I can see nerdy runs in the family." She taunts recieving affirming laughs all round, I mean it wasn't even funny.
"See people like you always paint us as the bad guys but at least we show people the real us, we don't hide behind a book as our day jobs and then whore at night."
"I don't kn....ow h.. how that happ....en..ed, I was drunk." I stutter again, tears already building up from feeling the need to defend myself. If I'm going to come off as that kind of person I should at least be guilty.
"I don't kn...ow what happ....en..ed, Boohoo." she mimicks. Stopping her tantrums, she stretches her hands towards Courtney who in turns reaches inside a sack and pulls out a cup filled with stuff I don't think i want to know. I can already sniff the pungent smell from the distance.
They share a michievious look as she hands it over to Becky making me almost wet myself. I can be a baby sometimes, deal with it.
"You know what this is?" She pauses, waiting for me to reply, as if rethinking it she sighs and continues.
"Who am I kidding? You never speak up anyways so I'll tell you. This is rotten egg albumin." She raises it high for the crowd which had formed to get a better look, the disgusted face I have on immediately matches theirs.
"Disgusting I know, just like you." she says opening the lid and downing the entire content on my hair. She gasps smirking knowingly as she and everyone else watch as the smelly liquid flows from my hair all the way down.
"A rotten egg for a rotten whore." Courtney says splashing the content in her own cup directly on my face and then hands the sack to Bree who starts distributing more cups to the students who look more than happy to humiliate the school nerd and increase their Instagram followers while they're at it.
    Next thing I know the smelly gooey stuff is being dumped on me from all directions by people I don't even know each icing their throw with one offensive word to another, two faced, bitch, freak, nerdy, weird, slut an endless list.
I might be called a baby for crying most of the time but I think this time is justified. I wipe the albumin that rested on my eye lids with my palm letting the tears roll down my slimy cheek.
"Next time think twice before you mess with what's mine." My concentration moves to Becky at her warning. The guy from the party I have come to know as Norman comes to stand next to Becky giving her a high five with one hand while the other secured a cup in place. What's that supposed to mean? I visibly question her by raising an eyebrow.
"And I thought you were smart, guess I've got to dump it down for the nerd, how ironic." She says rolling her eyes. "I made sure guys made passes at you at my party so you would get mad wasted and then Norman here or any of the unfortunate guys who could get you to drink would have a chance to you know." She says shrugging the rest.
"You didn't think they made passes at you because you looked good, did you?" She questions laughing heartily.
This witch made sure I'd be put in that situation so she'd get these pictures that'll make me look bad in front of the whole school.
But it doesn't add up to an extent, how did she know I'd see the kiss? Was Mason in it too? Maybe that's why he suddenly changed his mind about helping me. Did I even get rapped and by who? I see pictures with Norman but I wake up in Mason's supposed apartment. Shouldn't I feel cramps or something? Cos now that I think about it I feel fine and not at all like I've been taken advantage of.
"So you planned all this?" I say to Becky the shock taking control not letting me stutter although I am still faced down, what? I can't get confidence all in one second, baby steps.
"Does this answer your question?" She asks tilting her head towards Norman who smirks and throws the content in his cup directly on my cleavage causing Becky to laugh and take pictures giving Norman another high five.
"For what it's worth, I wouldn't have had a problem shagging you." he throws me a flirtatious wink and I almost gag not sure if it's from him or the albumin.
"Slutty nerd!!" Bree starts to chant, it's not long before everyone joins in as well. The higher their chants the faster the tears run down.
I hide my face between my hands crying not wanting them to see how much their words affected me. My crying seem to encourage as they cheered louder. I've never felt so hurt not even the morning fiasco or third grade gymnastics can beat this.
Not being able to bear it anymore I start running out realising that I've been doing that a lot since the start of the week, since I grew more close to....
"Tyler" I mouth my thoughts when he appears in front of me stopping my movement. He reaches for my arm making me flinch. This is all his fault, Becky's after me because of him, I may or may not have been rapped by either Norman or Mason all because I had to grow feelings for him.
"Um.. I..I found your phone at Becky's." He stutters placing it on my open palm while I just watch him with a blank expression. The only thing giving me away is the tear that escapes my eye.
"Emma, Em." he says as he takes a step towards me while I take two away from him, hurt immediately flashes through his eyes but I tell you nothing compared to the hurt in mine. I brush past him ignoring his calls as I run away from all of the drama leaving a trail of teardrops behind me.
Once again my running comes to a halt when someone comes to stand in front of me.
"What do you want!? You've all humiliated me, isn't that enough for you'all?! All I want is to be alone, can't I.."  I immediately shut my mouth the moment I finally look in front of me and spot Principal Hathaway in her signature fitted suit. She smoothens her tightly wrapped bun as she waits for me to realise what I had just done.
"I'm..." I try to explain though my voice comes out cracked and muffled due to the prolonged crying. She silences me with her hands and starts walking in the direction of her office signaling me to follow.
Although my eyes are glossy from the tears I can swear I see her scrunch her nose in disgust as she walks past me. Who can blame her? I reek of rotten egg albumin.
I shift uncomfortably under Principal Hathaway's scrutinizing look as she tries to get the answer I have refused to tell her from my eyes.
"Miss.Johnson?" her authoritative voice gives me a wake up call mentally but my expression remains blank.
Sighing, she reaches for a paper and scribbles something down handing it to me. I waste no time running my eyes through it and I see that it's a pass that allows me skip school for the day.
I snap my glossy eyes towards her giving her a grateful look. Her stoic expression softens by this and she returns my gratitude with a reassuring smile. Seeing that as my cue to leave I grab the permit and make for the door.
The hallway is empty when I step into it, they've all gone about their business forgetting the tsunami of pain they've caused me.
The warm air fans my face as I step out of school ground and start walking in dire need to calm my nerves. I reach for my phone when it vibrates from the pocket of my baggie hoodie, unlocking it a message from the last person I want to hear from pops up.
*It might not seem like it but I'm really sorry for everything that's going on with you. It wasn't my intention to give you the vibe that there was something romantic going on between us. I just hope you're okay....... Tyler.*
I wipe my phone screen clean from the tear that landed on it, apparently I don't seem to run out of them and stuff it back in my pocket instead of my initial plan of tossing it as far away from me as possible.
Why did he have to apologize? Why couldn't he just let me have someone to blame and put this all on, whether him or Becky or Norman or maybe Mason but as much as I want to put the blame on somebody else the only person I can blame is myself.
With the realisation I burst into tears crying my heart out. I could call Freya but I'm in no mood at all to talk to anyone.
I notice a red car I'm sure I've seen before slow down upon nearing me but I make no attempt to run or do anything, I just keep walking not caring who it is in the car. The car is definitely expensive so I don't think I'd be kidnapped for money and frankly I don't care anything is better than how I feel now so I just keep walking.
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I don't know how long I walked or what block I'm in but I must have walked for a while cos my feets are already cramping up matching the painful banging in my head caused by too much crying.
I finally glance back to see that the red car is still on my trail. Ignoring it I go to sit on the floor on the sidewalk deciding to rest my legs.
The car stops and the driver comes out. At least if I'm going to get abducted I should at least see what my abductor looks like.
A platinum blond haired boy with unmistakable grey eyes dressed in fitted dark jeans and a grey T-shirt topped by a black jacket comes to sit beside me on the ground.
He reaches for his jacket, if I didn't know any better i'd assumed he's reaching for a gun. Instead he pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to me, I stare at for a while before accepting it. He doesn't do anything else just sits besides me and lets me cry.
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"I think I owe you an apology." I mutter quietly not looking him in the eye.
"I think you owe me more than an apology." he chuckles also not staring at me rather at the streets.
After he had let me cry for a long and I mean longtime, he filled me in on what actually happened last night.
Turns out Norman had tried to take advantage of me but he swooped in and saved me just in time and me, Instead of being grateful I acted like a bitch.
"You're right but I'm very sorry and even more thankful for what you did for me last night and now even, for stopping to help me after all the hurtful things I said to you."
I admit, forcing him to face me by tilting his head towards me, he turns and faces me accessing me carefully with his eyes before he finally speaks.
"You look and smell like shit." his says matter of factly. His bluntness making me laugh but let me tell you he's not wrong.
"What do you mean?" I ask gasping exaggeratedly "I smell like roses." I finish chin held high. He shakes his head as a small smile appears on his face
"But really thank you." I mutter softly afraid he wouldn't hear but he nods his head showing that he had heard.
"Aren't you meant to be in school?" I ask after just thinking it through.
"Well a certain emotional wreck stopped me when I was headed for school." he says cocking his brows at me.
"Oh." I say, knowing he's talking about me. "If i hadn't stopped you, you still would have been late." I counter with confidence although my voice still sounded cracked and tired from all the crying.
He shakes his head at me again and walks back to his car, leaving me no doubt.
He comes back with his backpack in hand, unzipping it he pulls out a bottle of water offering it to me. I should really stop assuming the worst of him.
"Well?" He ask his hands quickly getting tired of hanging up in the air. I waste no time in accepting it. In the process of securing his bag shut a book falls out, I set the bottle down and pick it up before he gets the chance to. After going through the pages I close it and give him a questioning look.
"This is advanced math." I state staring at him waiting for an explanation. "For college students" I add, watching as he shifts from one foot to another uncomfortably.
Why is he uncomfortable anyways? And most importantly why does he who supposedly suck at math have a book full with advanced math equation for college students already solved by him.
If there's one thing I noticed while tutoring him the other day is that he has excellent penmanship so I know it's his writing on the book.
"Would you believe me if I say I just like to copy random math equations that I definitely cannot solve on books for fun?" He asks with a forced smile which I return with a flat look.
"Okay fine, you got me I solved all those equations." He groans stuffing his hands inside his back pant pocket.
"I figured." I mutter earning an eye roll from him. "So you can work out advanced college math but you fail highschool math? That makes no sense." I conclude glancing through the pages again.
"I don't suck at math i..." he stops as if struggling whether to tell me or not. Sensing his struggles I reach for his arm as my way of offering comfort. He snaps his eyes to me the moment my hands come in contact with his hands, the sharpness of his look instantly makes me let go of him.
He sighs and comes back to sit next to me.
"Just so you know, I started solving senior year math when I was seven." He says with a smirk.
"Say what now?" I say in disbelieve causing him to chuckle at my reaction.
"Is it so hard to believe that I'm not dumb?" He fires with a mocking expression.
"Actually yes it is hard to believe, just to be clear you're Mason right?" I tease breaking into a smile.
"Very funny." he states sarcastically.
"How could you have understood at such an early age?"
"My dad, he's a little pushy and God help me a perfectionist. He owns a couple of companies but the most important to him is West field, it's a sporting company I don't know if you've ever heard of it, anyways..."
"Hold up! Is your father Shawn West?" I ask cutting him off but just when he attempts to speak I continue again. "As in multibillionaire Shawn West? Owns multiple companies around the world and investments Shawn West? As in..."
"I get it!" He yells interrupting me this time. "Will you just let me finish?" He asks tiredly while I just nod my head at him still In awe.
"Yes my dad is The Shawn West, you'd think it's a good thing but believe me it's not. I am expected to take over the business soon, he even wants me to play pro in basketball but I don't want to. Don't get me wrong, I like playing basketball but not enough to play pro. I've got dreams of my own, dreams that he doesn't want to hear a thing about. The only thing he cares about is making sure I eat healthy, practice all day to make sure I stay and be the best."
He stops as if struggling with himself to continue. Against my better judgement I reach for his hands and squeeze them making him smile at me.
"That's why I fail my classes on purpose, it's to get him mad. He always wants me to top others he went as far as hiring a private tutor who teaches me years ahead. At first I was really getting to him by failing but when he realised what I was doing it for he simply just ignored me and paid the school to change my grades, as far as my GPA is concerned I'm the brightest student."
"I'm sorry I don't know what you're going through honestly because my parents give me the chance to decide what I want but I'm sure he just want what's best for you." I say trying to ease him.
"Bullshit!" He yells making me flinch seeing my reaction he makes to say something but instead remains quiet.
"You have a controlling father who somehow pushed you to fail your classes while I'm the nerdy girl who's treated horribly but still can't stand up for herself, it makes sense that we're sitting on the sidewalk during school hours" I say playing with my fingers.
"Maybe there's a way we can both help each other." he says his eyes finally coming back to life.
"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.
"A deal, let's make a deal." he responds the michievious glint in his eyes causing shivers to run through me.

(A\N): phew 😥😥 that was one long chapter but I just had to get to this last part I've been stalling for too long.
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