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71Carolyn's POVI ran away from the locker room while holding my mouth. My chest felt like it was being compressed under hydraulic pressure. My lungs were aching as my eyes burned with hot tears.I came to the restroom. Luckily, it was empty. Everyone has gone. It's just the sports teams in their locker rooms, and me.I splashed water on my face and gritted my teeth as cries threatened to spill out. But I held them back. I won't cry loudly. I won't let it get to me. It's not the first time.That's what I told myself to compose my emotions. Five minutes later, I raised my eyes to the mirror. I looked abominable. Really. My face was red given the acne had turned to pustule— it was happening again.Back in my pack, whenever I was stressed, my face would become horrible. My acne turned to pustules and my skin got redder. I can see why the hockey team guys didn't hesitate to rebuke me. I observed myself closely and found other things pathetic— Messy hair, wet sleeves, inflamed skin, and b

73Carolyn's POVCafeteria, "Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed as I covered my face with my arms."Come on, guys. Let's be faster. The whale is hungry. She needs more food." A guy laughed as he encouraged everyone in the cafeteria to throw the food on me.Well, when I came here twenty minutes ago, everyone else was busy eating. They didn't even see that I entered. They were laughing and gossiping, and taking selfies with each other— That is until one certain guy noticed me.He left his table and blocked my path. I tried to ignore him and went to the food counter to get her food for Rafael. But he stuck a foot out and I stumbled over it, going face down on the floor.My cheek was numb and throbbing. I had fallen on my face and the pressure of my heavy body pressed my cheek down on the icy cold floor. My left side of the face was so numb I couldn't feel it."Please, please, stop it!" I screeched as they were now throwing water and sauces on me.My eyes were prickling with tears because eve

75Oliver's POVWhy are these few minutes not passing quickly? I don't like sitting here alone. It makes me feel what I don't want to feel— Lonely and unwanted. I rubbed my hands and attempted to distract myself. I looked around at my surroundings. Snow was sitting on top of the building and shed, and around the fencing. The heating system on campus kept it clean but there were still places where snow stayed. It was really a soothing sight. Suddenly there was sound on the ground ahead of me. Two players got into a heated argument over a girl they both were unknowingly dating. Basically the girl played them both. I snickered ironically. They were screaming at each other. "She's mine!" "Fůck off, you fool. She's mine."They jumped at each other, taking each other on the ground. Other members tried to separate them as I noticed, a blonde stood far away with a horrified expression. She's probably that girl they're fighting over! Girls these days... I heaved a conflicted sigh. It's

77Oliver's POV "Hey, what did I do?" He chuckled and followed after me. Whatever Naomi did to elevate my mood went down the drain. Because the minute I saw Anjelo, I felt like I could kill someone without batting an eyelash. "Did the boys tell you about our conversation?" I halted at those words and gave him a 'what conversation' kind of glare. Anjelo rubbed the back of his neck and said shamelessly, "Don't mind it, but you and Naomi are over, aren't you? I thought maybe I could be the lucky one to—""Don't even think about it!" I pushed him into the wall, strangling his neck. "Woah, bro! Be easy. I was just say—" "Don't, Anjelo. Don't push my buttons."He coughed and raised his hands in surrender, "O-okay, I... I get it. Now l-let go."I didn't. I held his neck tighter and squeezed it. Angelo and I are almost the same build but I always have an upper hand on him. He's from the warriors clan, and I from the Rogues. Technically he should be the one to dominate me. But in our ca

79Carolyn's POVRafael was staring at me like I had grown some disgusting pustules on my face, and as if it was hard to look away. It was making me nervous. Since he wasn't looking away, I did. I lowered my head as I played with my fingers. I am sure what I did was not wrong. I mean, he would have anyway made me do that. Rafael thinks I have been raised without love, so that's why he's making me do such chores, assuming that I have never done cleaning and cooking. But most of my life I just worked. It's the best I can do. "I didn't ask you to clean it." He spoke, finally. I looked up and wished to add a word to his statement— Yet. But I'm sure he would have asked me eventually. "I thought you'd make me do that anyways so..." I looked down again. "Are you not annoyed?" I blinked my eyes before looking at him again. "Annoyed by what exactly?" "Work." A single word, but full of grudges and hostility. I just forced a smile and shrugged. You don't know anything, Rafael. My life.