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The walk to school was long and lonely. This in itself was quite a common occurrence. She couldn't recall the last time someone other than the morning sun had accompanied her on the trek from her house to the old building. But after the events of the day before, the emptiness she felt was even more difficult to swallow. Thinking about any of the three boys made her heart swell, only to deflate when she remembered than none of them could accompany her.
Because, despite their many protests, she had invited them to live in her house.
She popped in an earbud. She couldn't tell if her decision was a smart one or not; while they were in desperate need of a place to stay, they were essentially strangers. She could only guess what they were like based off of their conversations from the day before. She could only hope that they wouldn't destroy her house by the time she got home. But she still took a bit of pride in her actions. There were many unused rooms, and her house had felt so empty the past few years.
They needed her, and she needed them.
She picked a song. It wouldn't be long until she arrived at the school's gate, but it was always better to start the day with the comfort of music.
Homeroom was as dreadful as it always was.
The loud chatter of her classmates reached her ears even before she entered the room. There was a brief silence when she initially entered the room but, after seeing that it was only her, her peers resumed their conversations. She kept her head down. She had stopped trying to meet their eyes months ago. One could only hope for change for so long.
When she reached her desk in the front of the room, she quietly slid into her seat. She paid no attention to the empty desks on either side of her; they were always empty. Instead, she stared down at her phone. She had a book in her bag, but class would soon begin. It would be pointless to get it out now.
“Hey, Levi, what did you get on that history test yesterday?”
She looked up. Curiosity, hopefulness – she wasn't sure what the cause of the action was, but she still glanced over her shoulder. The usual group of students were gathered in the back of the room, huddled around a single desk. And in that desk, eyes peering out from behind a stylish pair of glasses, was none other than her self-proclaimed rival.
Power dripped off of him, and her classmates all lapped it up. They oblivious to his charms. She seemed to be the only one who picked up on his charisma; she had always suspected it was because she was so detached from the rest of them. His outfits all strayed into the realm of semi-formal, with collared shirts and dress pants. Even his black hair, which was always gelled back, somehow managed to look good.
He was everything she wished she could be. Seeing him now was a painful reminder of that. If only she could have enough popularity to become class president, or already have colleges eagerly awaiting her applications!
The epitome of a cliché, Levi Quinn pushed up his glasses.
“I got a hundred,” he said.
They oohed and they ahhed, despite his success being a rather common occurrence. The test had been notoriously hard. The students who had taken American History last year had been instilling fear into the underclassmen for the past month. It was an impressive victory.
Charlotte glowered. His perfect score reduced her ninety-five to little more than just a number. She had poured her heart and soul into preparing for it, but for what? Levi didn't need to study. He mentioned his lack of studying quite frequently, and it was yet another reason to envy him.
His green eyes settled on her. Her heart started hammering in her chest when he pushed his chair back. This was unprecedented. They had never done group work together, so why was he suddenly walking over to her? His posse watched from afar. She stared back down at her phone, desperately hoping that he was going to someone else.
But he stopped beside her.
“You smell,” he said.
There was no laughter from his peers. The ones that had heard him paid no attention to his comment, and the ones who didn't remained blissfully ignorant. Real life wasn't like fiction. The hurt never came from malicious comments and laughter. It was the lack of interaction in the first place that truly caused her pain.
Although his comment was far from welcome.
He looked down at her. “You smell,” he repeated, this time with more emphasis. “I could smell you from the other side of the room-”
“The bell's about to ring, so I think you should get back to your seat,” she interrupted. She gave him an emotionless smile, trying to reign back her indignation at the comment. What kind of attempt at bullying was that?
Levi frowned. “This conversation isn't over.”
“The clock says otherwise.”
“You can't expect me to sit down when I can't ignore that smell,” he argued. Crossing his arms, he tentatively sniffed the air. “It's frustratingly familiar. Almost like a garbage dump, but somehow even worse.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like you smell any better, Levi.” She already wasn't having a good morning after having to leave Herobrine, Second and Levi at her house. Having to deal with Levi's poor attempt to hurt her feelings was not something she wanted on her agenda.
But then the bell rang, and he was whisked away by the calls of his friends. And Charlotte, grateful to be rid of him, returned to looking at her phone.