"Where do you think you're going fatty?" Jack mocked.
She didn't know why but their words always hurt her. Emma did not answer and tried to walk past him again. His other friend named Landon aka Jerk blocked her way from the left. Emma named him a jerk because he was tall and muscular but had no brain, he behaved exactly like what she named him.
"Not so fast, fatty." Jerk smiled, making Emma cringe back at his behavior.
"I'm going to be late for my class." She said confidently, she can endure to a certain limit only, and gladly they haven't done anything to extremes that could lead her to the edge.
"She talks!" Hissed Veronica the black witch. Emma named her based on the constant black lipstick on her lips. It looks horrific but lord knows why she always wore it.
"Yes," Emma answered curtly. She bit her lip and clenched her jaw at her stupidity. She's being sarcastic to them which simply means she's poking the bear with a red flag in her hands.
"Oh! She talked back to you Veronica." Jack put fire in Veronica's already heated head.
Emma on the other hand believed that the reason for her being so confident and extra edgy was because her periods were coming near.
And this could get her killed by these mannerless people.
"I didn't," Emma said in a low voice. Not wanting to irritate the ticking idiotic bombs, cause in no way did she want to bathe in noodles and pasta which they threw at her a few months ago because she complained about their bullying to the authorities. That decision of hers led them to increase their torture and not only that, the authorities warned her instead of them and even her scholarship was at risk.
"You didn't!" Veronica spat before taking angry steps toward her. She was three inches taller than Emma whereas Emma was 5'4.
"Wanna hang out with us sometimes?" Cane asked who was leaning against the wall.
"No thank you," Emma said nicely and tried to walk past Veronica who intentionally tangled her foot with Emma's, who was taken off guard and fell on the floor with a thud.
A loud chortle was heard behind her. She immediately straightened her skirt which had hiked up a little because of the fall. Without looking back for once, with tears in her eyes she ran into the girls' restroom.
Getting inside one of the stalls. She harshly wiped her tears and glared at the floor for a complete three minutes. "It's okay Em, keep your calm." She talked to herself.
She's all that she got. There's no one else to share her pain or burdens with. No soul on this planet loves her. It's just her all alone with her demons. But she was glad she had one person, her best friend.
"You're strong, ignore those bastards and bitches. They'll pay for this soon. You'll work hard and become successful. This would be the best slap on their faces." She talked to herself in a hushed voice. Trying to console her mind. Trying to manipulate herself.
Even though she appears normal and okay, only the Lord knows what goes inside her soul every single night. Those vicious nightmares eat her soul alive but she's breathing and still going, that's all that matters.
With a heavy sigh, she got out of the stall and hurriedly washed her face to remove the traces of dirt.
With a heavy heart, she walked towards her first class which was about to start in a minute, and luckily as soon as she got inside, the teacher marched inside right after her.
"Take your seats, class." Mrs. Arnold spoke and the whole class immediately settled down. Emma sat in her usual spot in the back right beside the window. Taking out her notebook she started taking notes.
Luckily no one from that gang of bullies was in this class. A little peace for her.
After three consecutive classes, it was finally recess. Time of fun for others but torture for her. One thing that scared her was the cafeteria. The incident of noodles and pasta being thrown on her head happened in that particular cafeteria, so after that incident, she avoided going there at all costs.
She has found her sanctuary in Horace Mann. An empty classroom on the top floor where barely anyone goes. The class is filled with extra desks and chairs. No one comes here so she made it her sacred place to spend the time of her break.
Plopping down on one of the cleaned chairs, she whined in irritation. The reality of not bringing food today dawned on her, making her angry but in the next second, she recalled buying a packet of chips and biscuits which she placed in her bag. Opening the front zip a beautiful smile adorned her face after finding the snacks. Looks like God hasn't forgotten her completely.
Emma ate her snacks while peeking out of the window. Strange that a few of her teachers along with the head of the authorities were standing near the parking lot and talking. She couldn't see her math teacher, Ms. Rebecca, there and she wished from the bottom of her heart that Ms. Rebecca was absent.
Within two minutes the gates opened and a sleek black Range Rover wheeled inside the gates. The glass of the windows was tinted black and in no way she could see who was in that car from up there.
The car stopped and the head of Horace Mann walked towards it followed by other teachers.
Munching on her chips she watched as the door opened and a man came out. The only thing she was able to notice was those mighty broad shoulders and black hair.
The man didn't even turn to face the head. He only nodded at the teachers before he was escorted inside by them.
Emma stared at that beautiful car for a complete minute, admiring its beauty before the bomb blasted into her mind. Next was her math class, the one she hated the most. The only subject that seemed impossible for her to understand. So many formulas, so many methods, and so many similarities.
She hates math!
She hates math! After having her lunch she checked the time and she only had two minutes before the hell class would start. Picking up her bag and throwing the empty packets in a bin she walked to the restroom, washed her hands, adjusted her clothes, and went to her class. The reason why she delayed going to the class was that Veronica and Jack were in this class as well. She went inside and within a second, Jack hooted and before Veronica could utter a word, the head of the school walked in and everyone took their seats immediately. In a hurry, Emma sat on the empty seat in the front rather than her usual seat at the back. "Good afternoon class. I'm here to inform you about the sudden absence of Ms. Rebecca. Last night she was met with an accident." Gasps were heard all around and a wave of guilt washed over Emma who wished to not see Ms. Rebecca today. "Her ribs got fractured and her left leg was broken. She's out of danger and currently in the hospital. It would take her a cou
Emma is the kind of person who never trusts someone easily. She never warms up to anyone just after a few meets. Connor is the only person in this world whom she trusts. The invisible walls around her are high and strong. She didn't socialize, so almost all the time she kept to herself which led her to talk to herself. Work was hectic today as it was Monday evening. Customers kept rolling in and the time flew in a blink. It was late at night when her shift ended. Stacy has already left. Connor locked the gate as they both strolled to their path. Connor has been working here since before her. He was the one who got her job here. He has been her friend since she was 14. She always considered him as an elder brother who looked after his sister. He's 20 years old. Many times he offered her to sell her apartment and buy one near his house as her area wasn't safe but she never wanted to sell the only thing that was left of her family, so she declined his offer. But he was so worried for
"You did an excellent job, Emma." Her Science teacher, Ms. Alicia said with a smile on her face as she went through Emma's assignment. "Thank you," She said happily, making her nod as she placed her assignment aside. "You can leave now, dear." Ms. Alicia said, making Emma nod as she left her office. She barely took a few steps when she stopped dead in her tracks hearing a low growl from the room right beside her. "I'm hating this f**king shit!" Someone growled, making her jump in her place as she gaped at the door. Her eyes read the nameplate and she gulped reading Mr. Colt written in bold italic letters. "I'll rip your throat apart; the first thing I see you!" He growled dangerously and Emma stood frozen at her place.
"Ms. Richardson, come here and sit in the front." Pin drop silence, all sets of eyes were dead set on her, and once again she was the center of attention. Quietly standing up with slumped shoulders she gathered her stuff and walked to the front row. Calmly sat down on one of the empty seats. She didn't dare look up cause she was hundred percent sure Mr. Colt was watching her. "Close all your books and notes." He said curtly. "I'm giving you a surprise test." He announced and everyone's jaw dropped in shock. He handed a bunch of papers to a first student and motioned him to pass them in all rows. He just taught four classes and t
'What's up teddy bear? 😁' Her phone dinged with a message. She has an old android phone. It was her grandpa's and now she uses it. She checked the message and it was from Connor. No one had her number except Connor and her boss from the cafe so she didn't have to see who the text was from. 'Fan is up, you Fanta bottle.😂' She typed while smiling. After a one-minute pause, her phone dinged with a notification. 'Be ready on Sunday.🙃😉' Emma raised her brow at that winking emoji. 'For what?🤨' She typed back. 'It's your birthday dumbo and the food is on me.' A wide smile stretched on her lips. He remembers her birthday more than she did. 'Of course, the food is on you. Gosh, I'll eat the whole restaurant.😋🤩🥳' She typed while smiling. 'I'll pick you up at 8.❤️' He messaged and she smiled happily. Today was Friday, the last day of the hectic week. The only thing she was happy about this week was the absence of Mr. Colt. After his command to her about that tutoring thing.
Forest green to ocean blue! For the slightest second, everything stopped. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard. Both drowned in each other's eyes. Emma was the first to come back to her senses as she lowered her gaze. "C-clear." She answered softly while the man peered at her with an intense gaze. He looked as though he was in a trance. Her heart stopped beating for a second when he raised his hand towards her face. She watched his hand with her wide blue eyes. What was he doing? His fingers caressed her cheek, and a chill ran down her spine as she jerked back from his forbidden touch and it was enough for her to get off the chair abruptly. Her legs were jello and her heart was stuttering badly.
Fucking pathetic shit! This was the best his beta could do. To make him a fucking math teacher at this stupid high school. He was already pissed off at all the things going on among the packs and now he has to teach these bratty kids math! Xander rubbed his stubble-clad jaw when his phone started ringing. "What's up, Xander?" Came Ethan's voice making him grit his teeth in anger. "I'm gonna show you what's up in hell when I come back!" Xander growled lowly making Ethan chuckle lightly. "Sorry bro but this is all I could do. No one would ever suspect that an Alpha of Moon pack is teaching math at some high school." Ethan mused, making Xander angrier. "Come on! It's not that b
The whole day was boring but she didn't ponder on it much. She was accustomed to living alone so those surprise birthday parties and posh gifts were never her yearnings, all she ever wanted was love but got loneliness instead. Having nothing to do she decided to pamper herself a little. Switching on her phone she opened YouTube and searched for videos on how to make face scrubs and stuff with kitchen products. And then she busied herself with her manicure, pedicure, and other stuff. After showering, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was white, her bosoms were big but her tummy wasn't taut nor chubby it was normal, her waist wasn't tiny but it was small, then she had hourglass-shaped hips and thick thighs. But the vicious scar on her ribs was a great reminder of her ugliness. Overall she looked