Hello guys. Yoomi here. This chapter is written by Mike. I supposed I have to repay the debt since she wrote the previous chapter.
However, as Carmen loitered awkwardly next to Stephen's locker, trying to ignore the stares other sweaty jocks gave her, she wasn't so sure at all. How mahy confessions had he received today? Soccer at St Jude High had been made popular by him, reinstating it to almost national level. Fast, smart, favourite of the teachers (and girls), he was right at the top of the “unattainable” list.
Not to mention he was currently hooked up with cutest girl in school.
Darn.
But her thoughts were cut short as she heard more than one pair of running footsteps. There was no where to hide herself-was she going to have to give him the gift in front of another person?
Carmen watched, mortified, as Stephen and another boy she vaguely regconised as one of the defenders rounded the corner hurriedly.
“It’s now or never…” Carmen tried to reassure herself. “Besides, the worst he could do is reject me, I guess. I don’t think I’d cry, actually…” But she knew it was a lie.
Stephen stepped towards her, an inquiring look on his face.
“Hey Carmen! Looking for me or something?”
Carmen’s throat was dry. She felt herself nod slightly. Stephen grinned.
“Cool, so ‘sup? Anything specific you’re wanting…” he trailed off as his smile faded into oblivion. “Oh crap, I’m the last to hand in that English assignment, aren’t I? I haven’t done it yet, help me cover for Cruthers, oh shit-”
Carmen coughed, and cut in. “I- it’s not about the assignment.”
Stephen looked bemused.
“Then what’s it about…?”
But as he asked, his eyes drifted down to her hands, clasped together in front of her skirt and the gift box peeking out from behind them.
“O-oh my God. I’m so, so sorry but I don’t know what to say.”
Despite the tone of his voice, Carmen felt a spark of hope ignite in her chest at his words. He hadn’t rejected her!
“So does this means you’ll give me a chance?”
“Of course not!”
At the harsh words, Carmen felt her heart ice over. Then like someone had grabbed a hammer and struck it, she felt it shattered.
And unlike ice, which could put itself back together again, she was sure it was unlikely that she could fix it again.
Stephen obviously noticed her sudden change in demeanour. He regretted the words that had slipped out in the shock of the moment, and started waving his arms around, stammering incoherently, but a muscular arm snaked around him and pushed him out of the way. Carmen came face to face with the defender.
Although not much taller than her, the defender had a menacing air around him. His straight white teeth were bared, stretching his thin lips and enunciating the thin scar slightly above his chin.
“Listen girlie. So you want to get together with Stephen? How about you take a look in the mirror first, ugly cow, before even entertaining these thoughts?”
He snorted and look her up and down derisively.
“I mean, you’re short, scrawny and you look absolutely disgusting. Your grades aren’t even anything special! How can you compare to Clarissa?”
Stephen interjected, his eyes wide with guilt.
“Shut up and get lost, Drake! Carmen, you’re not ugly, you really aren’t! All the boys used to have a crush on you during elementary school. It’s just…your hair and dress sense leaves a lot to be desired and you are a little on the skinny side-”
Carmen had had enough. She threw the gift box down on the floor and narrowed her eyes at the pair of them.
“Your friend is right, Stephen,” she interjected with as much poison as possible into his name. “I’m ugly. But I had hoped you’d be able to see below my outer appearance, into what’s inside.
Clarissa deserves better than such a jerk!”
She rounded on Drake the defender.
“And for your information, I received an A for the project she failed. “ A twitch of her lips,” Also, I can see the top of your head, dwarf.”
ARGH I’ll CONTINUE THE SECOND PART ANOTHER DAY.
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