Present Time (Rebecca’s POV) I was intently staring at my laptop with my mind flying elsewhere. I checked the website for my book and there were a lot of comments expressing their curiosity about my high school life. Most of them already finished the book and they were exchanging insights about it. It was nice to see but they were flooding the page with requests for me to either write a book about my own high school experience or write a screenplay about it. If they only knew… I am still in between of accepting Ibarra’s offer but it’s on ‘Eighty over Twenty percentage’ already. Eighty for Yes and twenty for No. Obviously, once I face Nikki and Bianca tomorrow, that twenty percent will soon be reunited with the other. I was already preparing myself for it. Anyway, accepting this offer will help me a lot in terms of popularity and financial. It’s not so bad to be honest. And besides… An evil smile crossed my lips. The thought of finally commencing a ‘revenge’ act for Ibarra excites

Rebecca's POV THE CASTING FOR the sub characters has finally begun. Our main goal today was to find teenagers that would fit the description of my friends. We were already done choosing extras yesterday so we have ample time before moving to the main character. There were five judges – including me. Starting from the right would be the casting director, the director himself, Ibarra, me and our special guest – Mirajane. I asked them to include her since for me, her opinion matters. "Let's start with Hera, shall we?" The director said which we immediately agreed on. He motioned the crew to let the actresses in. Three sophisticated looking girls entered the room. "The one in the middle is so pretty." Mirajane whispered and my eyes automatically flew at her. She was right. This girl was emitting both elegance and poise that Hera possesses. However, whenever I choose the cast like Mitchell's group yesterday – yep, they were just extras in my life – I make sure that the way how thei

THE NEXT DAY (Rebecca’s POV) I tried to act normal as if nothing happened yesterday. I decided to do that instead of showing how affected I was. I still greeted Ibarra as a courtesy and he looked a bit surprised. Yes, I was mad yesterday but I thought that being angry would mean that my feelings for him is still here. Doesn’t it, though? Fine! I couldn’t deny the fact that I am still drawn to him but I would like to stop myself to avoid more heartbreak. He already hurt me once, I bet he can do that the second time. Besides, we’ll be working together and see each other almost every day. It would be better if we could work in harmony than being awkward or irritated with each other… right? Ibarra cleared his throat but I didn’t bother to throw him a glance. “Did you get home safe yesterday?” I forestall my eyes from rolling. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t get home safe, yes?” Okay, I failed. He chortled. “You have a point. I was just really concerned since you left in a hurry aft

INSIDE JUDIEL’S CAR (Heiji’s POV) I’M NOT SURE if Ms. Leni was playing games with me but my sly, old teacher appears to be having fun torturing us. She had me, Rebecca and Ibarra sit in the back while she was sitting alone comfortably in front of us. We were in total silence ever since we sat there. I mean, how could we act like nothing’s wrong when obviously there is? I felt Rebecca awkwardly moved. Her arms must be sore now since it was cramped there. I automatically lifted my right arm to give her more space and rested my arm on the backrest. She looked at me confused. “Thought you might need more space.” I softly spoke so no one would notice but Ibarra suddenly joined the group. “It would have been better if I used my car to go to the restaurant with---” “With just yourself.” I immediately cut him off knowing where it will go. Rebecca unintentionally chuckled but quickly stopped herself. That called the attention of the others who started listening to us. “It would have been

PAST (MS. LENI'S POV) THE BUS WAS ALREADY moving, and my students were all excited to reach our destination. A happy smile appeared on my face as I stared at them. 4-16 – the most peculiar section of the senior class. Consists of different teenagers, mostly sons or daughters from wealthy clans, bullied by their classmates but have potential, outstanding pupils that doesn't seem to give their best at school, and well, the prettiest and good-looking students amongst the seniors. We should've done this earlier. It's not that we didn't care for the past students, it's just that we weren't aware yet that there were individuals who needed special care. Ibarra was one of them. He was so happy when I met him during his first year until it became difficult for him. He was stalked and bothered by girls, hated by men and adored by teachers – to the point that they would use their position to get close to him. Ginny, she was bullied for her intelligence. Hera was stalked for her beauty and al