...FWOP...

She was speechless.

'What is this? what in the world IS this!?' roamed around her brain in all red for the sight that's right next to her. It wes her bed. It was his bed. It was their bed. But now, it's also a hooker's bed.

"Out of all my clients, you won the award for kink~."

The young lady let out a giggle that ended with a gasp. He replied with a chuckle as he thrusted more and more vigorously. He then slightly glanced at the love of his life. Iza Margot. Her closed eyes and tilted head that directed towards them brought an erotic satisfaction to his face with a wide smirk.

"aHha~"

...'Disgusting...'...

"Iza Margot Green?"

"Present ma'am!"

It's summer, yet the cold breezy air won't stop sending shivers down her spin. The weather in Canada is something. Iza slightly tilted her head towards her best friend, Venzy Mayo. "Psst," she let out slowly, gaining the attention of the one she's calling. "Whats for lunch?" Iza asked with her bright eyes, beaming.

" For God’ sake, school just started, dude~" Venzy gave her a teasing look.

"And food is my only motivation! Gimmi motivation!" Iza pouted as if her life depended upon today's menu. Well, she can't be blamed since most high-schooler who attend this school most probably come for the soul purpose of food. "The school's canteen is the best!" they would say when people ask about the school.

Random Studies Academy is a very well known high-school that is known for its verity of courses and emphasis on student's freedom. Parents send their kids here for a good education while kids only say yes for the food. Isn't it obvious? We learn and earn to get food. And if food is free, we choose food.

" Now, Attention all students! Today is the first day of your new journey. The starting of your 11th grade. The commerce journey." The new class teacher started her welcome speech in the most teacher like way. She spoke gently, but bold enough and confidence.

" Before giving you all a heads-up about the course you took, I would like to welcome the new student. Aiden Cloutier." She said as she glanced at the blond new face. Aiden got up from his seat and walked towards the whiteboard, and stood next to the teacher with a small yet charming smile. His eyes roamed around the class as if they were looking for a particular person. They finally landed on Iza, and his smile widened, and he started his introduction speech. That short moment of eye contact and smile left a question mark in Iza's brain even though her ears turned pink.

"Hello, I'm Aiden Cloutier. I'm not exactly new here since I used to study at another block of this school. It's really great that I got to make new friends the moment I stepped in. They were really friendly!" He said as he glanced at the group of guys seated at the back and cheering for him. " And I hope the rest of you are the same." he continues. "I'm not sure about what hobbies I like since I do a lot of things, but I do have a favourite person here." he ended that last sentence with his eyes fixed on Iza. That made her more confused.

"Do you know this guy?" Venzy nudged iza's shoulders with a smirk.

"I did see him a lot in competitions. But we never talked or anything." Iza whispered to her bestie who won't stop giving her the teasing, and '~Love in the air~' look.

"I hope we all get along well and enjoy hard!" He ended his speech, and Iza found herself clapping to cheer him up with the rest of her classmates.

...Iza Margot Green...

"It's finally lunchtime!" I exclaimed with a big sigh as Venzy helped me to keep all the books in my bag. After cleaning our table in 1 minute, we hurried to the canteen and stood in the long queue. After some 5 minutes that felt like an hour, we both finally got the most awaited lunch and rushed to the seat. I rushed because I couldn't wait to dig in, but Venzy rushed for the scoop she got this morning.

"NOW! Tell me all about that male human!" Venzy let out as soon as her butt cheeks hit the chair. "There's nothing big, I just know him cos he always gets either 1st, 2nd, or 3rd in all competitions." I replied as I carfully separated nuts from my desert and kept it on Venzy's plate.

"ALL?!"

"Well, not all, but let's just say he wins 8 out of 10 times. " I finally separated the nuts completely from my desert. now I can finally eat peacefully. It's not that i have allergies, I just don't like to eat nuts mixed with any kind of dessert.

"So you're telling me that he smiled at you just cause you guys saw each other at tournaments?" she said it as if she was expecting some juicy romance novel. "Well, ya, I guess. I mean, I'm not bad at winning either, you know? Maybe not as good as him, but still." I may have sounded nonchalant and positive, but it would be a big lie if I didn't feel a bit competitive towards him. Especially when we're now classmates.

"Well, then I guess I found myself a competitor."

I jolted in surprise as I turned my head towards the voice. It was him. 'Fuck, he heard us! Wait, did we say something bad!?'. The scene from the moment Venzy asked me about him to the point Aiden spoke from up behind me started rewinding inside my head. Meanwhile, he simply sat on the empty chair beside me. The 3 humans that he claimed as his friends from before joined in as well.

"I wanted to talk to you from a long time ago, you know?" He spoke freely with his eyes fixed on me. I glanced at Venzy, who was peacefully watching the novel she craved for right before her eyes. "Since when?" I sighed as I decided to just let it be. It's not that I'm uncomfortable. It's just that he seems like a really nice guy, handsome, charming, confident, and what not? He's my damn ideal type! Of course, I'm nervous. What in the world am I supposed to do in this kind of situation!? I'm going nuts. You know what? Whatever.

"Well~ I guess a pretty long time ago. Wait, let me dig my brain for a bit. " He shifted his head upwards, folded hands, folded legs, leaning on the chair, face upwards, showing off his Adams apple and jaw line. I didn't dare to stare. I decided to focus on my food with pink ears and gave a glance to my so-called bestie who's enjoying herself with the scoop of her life.

Venzy is my best friend from grade 6. The moment I transferred from my old school in London to my new school in Canada. My dad is British, and my mom is French. Apparently, both my grandparents didn't like the idea of their kid getting married to someone who lives in a foreign country. But my parents didn't care. They got married, my dad got French citizenship, and when I turned 11, we moved to Canada. life is good. Really good. Too good.

I have a loving family, a close friend that I share literally every bit of my life and match my vibe, and now, a nice guy wants to be my friend, it seems. Isn't life supposed to be all ups and downs? my life is great. I'm not complaining. It's just that the smoothness scares me. It feels like God gave me this peaceful life at the beginning so I can cope with the most terrible life I most probably will get. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid just like all the teenagers.

I really do hope that I'm wrong...

...~~~~~~~~...

"That's him,"

"Seriously? he got some guts."

"balls~"

- Laughter-

He didn't care. What is there to care anyway? the worst possible scenario had already been done by the threat he already knew. There is a reason why they call "Love" a heavenly poison. If it's good, we die in love of misfortune. If it's bad, we die in regrets. There is no perfect ending for Love.

"She isn't that bad..." he would say when his friends tried to stop him from falling hard and hard. At this point, the humiliation and mockery left an empty hole inside his chest.

"Was it all worth it…?"

Never in a million years would he have thought that this would also be in his fate.

..."Ironic. "...

"What do you mean, kid? This is definitely not your mother's signature!"

The short teacher hissed at the 8-year-old boy who was nearly on the verge of tears. "…. It is…" He managed to mumble the truth out of his lips with all the drums beating inside his chest.

He wasn't lying. His mother just happened to randomly pick up a pink glitter pen while signing the test papers. Little did he know that this meant war with the teacher. His eyes were fixed on the shining pink glitter pen on the table. The teacher had done a thorough check of his bag to find some evidence, and she did.

One day, the teacher conducts a class test. They passed the results to all the students and asked them to bring it back tomorrow with the sign of one of their parents. The next day, she checked and found a kid who scored 4 out of 20 with a shiny pink signature in his test paper.

Who's going to believe the kid? Definitely not the teacher. And his classmates? They all are just kids who found a good drama to watch. Will someone defend him with "No ma'am, he's not that kind of person!" ? No. Why? Because humans need to interact properly with each other and form a bound to get that kind of loyalty. Rayne Sato? He doesn't even know the 1st base of communication. Well, it's more like he needs a push that makes him communicate. He never got that push. When he did, he messed all of it in the most awkward way.

...SLAP...

Rayne's cheeks glowed scarlet with the hot palm of the old teacher. He lifted his head up towards the teacher with wide, teary eyes. His tears weren't able to fall off its sockets due to the pressure he put in his eyes and the strong will to "Don't. Cry. Its NOT my fault. "

"Oh!? Now you're glaring at me on top of lying to ME? What do you take me FOR? HUH!?" she hissed again while giving emphasis on all the last word of her questions and slightly spilling bits of saliva from her mouth.

Rayne wasn't sad anymore. He was angrily sad. He felt the twinkles from the corner of his jaw. His eyes sharpened at the adult that is now wrongly accusing him. What more can he do? He is tiny with nothing but a glare to offer in this kind of situation.

"DON'T YOU HAVE A MOUTH? SPEAK!" She finally shouted, which even gained the attention of kids who were minding their own business. What was there to say? If he told her the truth, she would give him a long lecture about 'lying' and beat him. If he lied, his image is forever shattered and will lose the 40% chance he had at making friends. He's just an 8 year old overthinker.

A person might think about why she is taking this small matter as a big deal. So big enough to raise her hand against an 8 year old kid. What they don't know is that in her point of view, she's seeing a delinquent who hid his test papers from his parents, faked a signature, insulting an adult with glare, being quiet as if he's admitting to all the things she said. Yet, can't apologise.

She's seeing a future delinquent, troublemaker, and mannerless adult in him. What she doesn't see is the rage of a child who is being mistreated. What she doesn't see is that "she" is the villain who is most likely to turn this innocent child into something she doesn't want him to be. This is irony.

He was soon taken to the staffroom and due to him not uttering a word but throwing intence glare, The teacher called his parents. The misunderstanding was soon solved. That teacher felt guilty for assuming and apologised to the young Rayne.

"You should have told me... and when you glared, I thought you were a bad kid. I'm sorry..."

Is what she offered. Funny, isn't it?. Apologies, guilt, a candy.

...Did this fix?...

Did this fix all the eyes he got when he was slapped? Did it fix his scar left face cheek? Did it fix his already bad reputation? Did it make his classmates feel sorry? Did it fix his clinching jaw and the way he will be seeing all the teachers from that day on? Did it teach him the fact of "Justice"?

No.

...Rayne Sato...

I'm 12 now. Did my life change? Nope. Still the friendless loser. But it doesn't bother me, though. I would seriously rather die than be friends with my so-called classmates. Who would want to be friends with a bunch of humans who back bite about literally every single person they meet? It's better to be back bit while they hate my guts rather than getting bad-mouthed behind my back while playing all goodie.

"HEY! Have you heard? Mick saw our bio ma'am with that new math sir!" She shrilled with thrill.

"YO WHAT!? SERIOUSLY!?" Another one screamed

"No fair! I had a crush on him~" And another one pouted while getting a bombastic side eye from the other 2. After 2 solid minutes of being silent and staring, they burst out laughing.

This is how I stay updated on the latest news about this so-called school that I hate with all the atoms in my body. Sometimes, I wish I had real friends, just like in the movies.

Grade 6 is no joke. Today is the starting yet, The damn math teacher is already hissing in the class as if everyone here is an idiot. He's not wrong, but still, it hurts. I seriously don't know how these girls see him as a product of 'Crush'. All he does is hiss.

"Now, you there."

For a second, I thought he could read minds. I mean, why is he calling me of all people? I'm literally sitting at the very back with a single desk and no one to group up. To top it off, I'm dumb as he'll when it comes to math. All the subjects, actually.

"You deaf? Get up." Sir was smooth yet strict with his words as he slowly leaned against the teacher's table and looked directly at the young man. Rayne got up slowly. He feels it. The eyes. Eyes of mockery. Eyes that scream "He's going to mess up" from each and every one of his classmates. They weren't wrong. I'm actually about to mess up.

"What's 1+1?" He asked with a blank face.

I was taken aback for a moment before answering "2"

"2+2?" He asked again.

"4" I replied, not knowing what he's playing at. But I sure am glad that I didn't mess it up.

"4+4" he asked me again. I could see the disappointment in my classmates' faces. They all are probably thinking about how lucky I got.

"8" This time, I smiled so slightly.

"8+8" This time, while he asked, his eyes weren't on me. They were scanning all my classmates. The ones that were looking at me.

"16" I answered confidentiality. The only reason I'm quick with these is because I'm addicted to that one game where we add even numbers.

"16+16" His eyes showed a hint of disappointment and sadness.

"32" I answered confidentiality, nevertheless.

"Good job. I'm proud. Sit."

Jonathan Joseph. The famous math teacher. An excellent teacher with a strict background. He is a dedicated teacher who takes his job seriously. Honesty running through his core. That teacher. He said he's proud of me for answering some simple math questions. Who does that?He did.

Up till now, my life has been nothing more than boring. It got to the point where I hated the quote that said, "Life is all about ups and downs. Just like a mountain, "but how come everything is down for me? If I get a friend, the next day they hate my guts. If I got a gift, somehow it manages to get broken. Thanks to my excellent communication skills, I managed to clear 0 rumours about me. I'm really famous in school thanks to my attention seeking scheme being a flop. My desperation for good friends got me nowhere.

This compliment was the only "ups" in my life till now. I really do hope that it ain't the last.