TRIPLE TERRORS.

DAWN.

"You mean the triple terrors are back?" Lisa asked, surprisingly releasing my hair. I turned subconsciously to look at her and noticed her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, her hands finding their way to her mouth.

"I can't believe this, let's go. We can't afford to miss them," Scarlett said, smiling widely and actually jumping up and down, making me furrow my brows at her.

'Uhn! What was going on?' I wondered and blinked to be sure I was seeing things right and wasn't hallucinating.

Suddenly, I became invisible as they all left me; their mission to bully me was probably the last thing on their minds at the moment. 

Everyone rushed out after Scarlett and Lisa, murmuring excitedly and bringing out their phones to record.

'What was with these students and the media?' I pondered and stood there frozen and confused. The students were still screaming, filming, and jumping up and down.

Some, to my amusement, were fainting, and that got me all the more curious as to what was happening. I dragged my feet to where everyone was gathered and tried peeping to find what was making these students pop up.

Suddenly, the screams grew louder, and everyone except me started chanting.

"Triple Terrors, Triple Terrors, Welcome back."

The chanting grew so loud that I felt like I had to block my ears to avoid damaging my eardrums.

'Triple Terrors?' I thought in confusion. What was that?

I tried peeping again to have a glimpse at what exactly was going on because I was so lost. 

I mean, for Scarlett and Lisa to have missed the chance of bullying me means whoever is there or whatever is super popular.

As I stood on my toes, I caught a glimpse of three guys walking in majestically, like they owned the whole place. 

Their heads held tall, both their arms in their pockets; two were dressed in suits, while the last was dressed in a Jacket and denim jeans.

'Are they businessmen?' I found myself contemplating and moved further into the crowd towards the front till I could get a glimpse of them fully and I was blown away.

The three of them looked like gods. Devilishly handsome, with a face to die for. My jaw dropped and I fought the urge to cover my mouth from the shock I was experiencing.

'Such good-looking guys still actually exist?' I pondered in disbelief.

They both looked so young and had similar features which made me wonder if they were siblings.

The first one my glance landed on had glasses on, but that only made him look more sexy, with the ridges of the glasses gently resting on the bridges of his nose.

He has short chocolate brown hair, grey orbs, a smooth jawline, rosy lips, and was dressed in a well-made, immaculate, tailored suit with tapered sides and minimal shoulders.

Unlike the other two, who were bouncing with flirty looks and grins on their faces, he, on the other hand, was moving slowly but perfectly and had a kinda bored expression on his face.

And unlike the other two, he looked like he just wanted to get out of there, away from the cheers and everything, or maybe I thought wrong.

The next guy was wearing a single-breasted suit. The first guy was wearing a double-breasted suit. Unlike the first guy, who had a bored expression, this guy had an evil grin. 

He has short black hair, a straight jawline, and a muscular build that looked like it was about to pop out of his suit, and grey orbs.

I held my breath at his attractive features and then turned to look at the last guy. He was different from the other two, who carried the air of businessmen; this guy carried the air of a Playboy instead, and I felt wary of him immediately.

Playboys do not have a good name in my diary. He has short black hair too like the second guy who was also dressed in suits but instead of grey orbs like the other two, he had blue instead, and that insanely made him look attractive, especially with the way he was continuously biting his lips while throwing the girls around who were worshipping him with coquettish looks.

He looked more like a rock star with his denim jeans which had Gucci written all over them, black T-shirt, and black Jacket. I tried moving closer to have a better glimpse of them and mistakenly touched a girl.

"Get your flirty hands off me, you filth," She shrieked, like I was some insect, gritting her teeth in the process.

I immediately backed off and moved towards another direction, but noticed people were moving away from me and were avoiding me, touching them like I was some kind of plague.

I felt my heart tightening in pain from this gesture but decided to ignore it and tried moving again when I suddenly stumbled over something.

While people avoided me falling on them, I jolted to the front unconsciously with a little scream, attracting laughter from my fellow students, and dropped to the floor. 

I hissed in pain at the brutal fall and tried getting up when I started hearing murmurs.

"It's the countryside bumpkin again". A girl pointed at me while giggling.

"I can't believe she can stoop as low as this just for attention." Another girl commented.

"I guess she has fallen into the wrong hands now," Another said, and I grew confused, wondering what they all meant until I heard a cough.

I froze and slowly looked up only to see the Playboy out of the three guys giving me a surprised look, while the other two guys were throwing me death glares.

My mind started racing, my cheeks on fire and my heart pounding as I started experiencing different mixtures of emotions.

I stared at the guys with my eyes popping out and butterflies rumbling in my tummy, their glance at me made me experience goosebumps covering my entire body. My palm became sweaty and I started to feel hot.

"Oh no!" I muttered slowly while the crowd kept on laughing and making fun of my situation.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I wondered, knowing I was so dead.