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Prologue
Five years old. It's October and the sky is foggy. It might rain today. The kids are playing as usual and I'm just here alone watching them shout and get along. I'm the smallest one in my class and everyone just steps on me when they don't see me. I'm used to it. "Hey four eyes!"the familiar voice calls me. I quickly turn my head to the direction of the voice only to get smacked in the face with a soccer ball.The slimy ball knocks me straight into the ground.Being the smallest in kindergarten is another reason I hate myself. I always get picked on and it's always the same person. "Sorry not sorry ! "The voice laughs and I open my eyes only to see the worst of the worst standing in front of me.It can only be Hans Morgan. I never did anything to make him mad but he seems to find joy in making me suffer. "Let me help you up ,"he offers his hand and I reluctantly take his hand like a fool. The minute I get up with his hand still squeezing mine. He pushes me right back to the ground. This time I don't fall easily but I try to balance myfel. Hans bursts out laughing like his life depends on it. His green eyes flash with amusement as tears blur my vision. I don't have my glasses today because he broke them yesterday. "Are you crying? "He pouts and I sniffle while trying to push back my tears back in,"Don't you want to play with me ? " "No ,"I sniffle,"Leave me alone ! And go away. I don't want to play with you " "Well, I will give something else to cry about ,"he smirks. His green eyes sparkle with mischief when he looks at the swing. He grabs my pigtails and drags me through the mud like a ragged doll. I claw my hand onto his arm but it's no use. Hans is too strong for a six year old and I'm only a year younger. "Please stop ! "I cry as I tug on his shirt. I don't know why he is doing this but my heart is pounding so fast. I hate the swing and I'm scared of heights. "I'm not leaving you alone,"he chuckles. He puts me on the swing and I start sobbing loudly. There's no way he's going to stop.Hans doesn't have a limit when it comes to me and he never lets any of the kids play with me. He always makes sure that I'm alone at his mercy. It is always one after another and it never stops. Everytime he laughs at my face as I cry. "You know what..."his voice trails and he suddenly stops. I look at him and wait for him to something else inhumane but he lets me go. "I will play with you tomorrow,"he pats my head like a pet,"I'm bored and your tears are not really entertaining me enough ." I clench my hand tightly and wipe my tears. So he only did this because he finds this entertaining.Hans wipes his hands and releases me .To everyone he is the perfect boy that is so well behaved but to me...he is my nightmare. "Bye four eyes,"he sticks his tongue out and my body recoils with disgust,"And don't eat too much." His chuckles fill the air as he turns his back on me . I stop sobbing and look at my ruined pigtails. Mum doesn't even know that a random boy bullies me everyday at school. I begged her to move me but she dismissed it because she thought that I was failing to adjust to my environment. I just wish I never see him again.The starting point of my second semester this final year at my high school has not been pleasant. My brain can't even try to pretend what I have gotten myself into. I slowly open my eyes and grab my glasses. The moment I lift my arms and stretch my legs, a jolt of pain courses through my body. My muscles feel so stiff like wood, and my nose is stuffed that I can barely breathe. I try to roll all over my bed, but it is useless. The last time I felt like this was in middle school.My sheets are drenched with my sweat, and my body is hot like a furnace. "Max!" my mother knocks on the door, and I open my mouth. "Come in," my voice sounds like I smoked a pack of cigarettes. My mother opens the door and frowns at me. I can't blame her. My legs are tangled in a web of sheets and blankets, and my hair is a complete mess. It is quite lengthy and curly, but it's worse today. All the moisture is sucked inside. "Sweetie, are
Maxine Parker. I grumble under my breath as I skate to the other side of the rink. I enjoy tormenting her because I love the pitiful look on her face, but weirdly enough, I don't like it when she looks sad because of somebody else. Ever since kindergarten, I have always picked on her because of her small stature.It was so easy to spot her in a crowd of kids.Those rosy cheeks and freckles on her pout little nose annoyed me so much that I made it my life goal to make her cry every single time. From kindergarten, middle school, and now high school. There's just no way fate can get rid of me. Humilating her with that pathetic love letter to my teammates and the school would have been my greatest enjoyment, but I blurted out something I shouldn't have. "Then date me four eyes."Those words haunt me everytime I close my eyes , but seeing her tempered face proved to even be more joyful.Besides, I really do need to get Amber off my back. She pr
I haven't slept a wink since the moment Hans and I started our really pathetic contract.There are only three conditions that I have to fufill before prom and that is tutor him ,peck his nasty cheek every day and make sure that every girl stays away from him.If I do these then he won't have to rat me out. Everytime I think of the way my lips felt against his skin makes my blood run cold.The way his green eyes were filled with amusement as I begged him not to do anything to embarrass me.He always tortures me but this is next level and I will probably die unhappy in my life. "Back to earth Max! "Olive snaps her fingers and I smile nervously because I wasn't listening to a word she was saying. "Were you even listening to what I was saying or you were just zoning out like usual,"she snaps at me "Trust me I wasn't doing that "I defend myself. I was just thinking of how what I'm going to do to save myself from the clutches of my bully but I leave that
"Then date me, Four Eyes!" Did I just imagine that? Did he really just say I should date him? My heart is pounding so hard that I cannot even think clearly. It is the only sound I can hear right now. I look at his hands shoved in his pockets and then straight back to his jet black hair that is still wet. He is still wearing his hockey jersey with his bag slung over one shoulder. I push my glasses up and look up at him. There is no way he is serious about this. "Are you joking? Because if you are—" "Well, do I look like I am joking?" he snorts. "And if you will not meet my demands then I will just tell Ethan and the whole school about your little obsession and your high school life will be completely crushed." I look around the hallway and thankfully no one is around. It is just the two of us. The worst thing that could happen is someone listening in on us. "You cannot be serious," my voice quivers. I would rather die than be with Hans. He is the epitome of evil. He is cyn
12 years later.The cold air of the morning hits me like a ton of bricks. I should have just slept unlike forcing myself to walk through the hallways of my torture chamber which is school and not only that I'm also late for my first class this morning. "Oh no! I'm going to be late "I scream into the open streets and run straight into the lamp post. All the books in my hands drop on the sidewalk and get soaked into the mud.Fate is really against me.Oh God please help me! I should have prepared much more earlier. "Hey four eyes! " A deep voice shouts behind my back. I resist the urge to turn but sadly his annoying voice is like music to my ears so I end up turning to my left and get sprayed with mud in my face. There are three things that I hate in this world: The meatloaf at our school cafeteria,the obnoxious cheerleaders at our school and......my biggest bully of all. H
Prologue Five years old. It's October and the sky is foggy. It might rain today. The kids are playing as usual and I'm just here alone watching them shout and get along. I'm the smallest one in my class and everyone just steps on me when they don't see me. I'm used to it. "Hey four eyes!"the familiar voice calls me. I quickly turn my head to the direction of the voice only to get smacked in the face with a soccer ball.The slimy ball knocks me straight into the ground.Being the smallest in kindergarten is another reason I hate myself. I always get picked on and it's always the same person. "Sorry not sorry ! "The voice laughs and I open my eyes only to see the worst of the worst standing in front of me.It can only be Hans Morgan. I never did anything to make him mad but he seems to find joy in making me suffer. "Let me help you up ,"he offers his hand and I reluctantly take his hand l







