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Always Take Disrespect personally. Wrongly. Always.” [Jacqueline]

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[Jacqueline’s POV]

I followed Nina by looking at her feet, as the noise around us grew louder. I shouldn’t have worn her clothes. I wasn’t even sure if I looked nice or if I looked fat. Me wearing a short top while my hair laid down on my shoulder loosely. It was creating a hell of anxiety within me.

A said to cla**mate B “Well, what the hell is she doing with Nina?”

“Who knows?” B answered.

“Did you see what she is wearing?” C questioned.

“I did. Dang, she doesn’t look that bad.” A replied.

“I think she is trying to impress someone.” B scoffed and retorted.

“I think you are right.” C and A agreed.

I wish what they said to be true. If only I could impress someone, I might have been having normal friends like them. I might be gossiping about someone like them too. I sighed, I didn’t need to pity myself.

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I want this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I

you so hard, your sun will never shine.” My head jerked up at her as I looked at Nina. She was in a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some stank-eye between them, the guy

for me, but why would she? Perhaps guilt? Or maybe she found me pitiful? Halfway across the room, I realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never

looked offended, as her eyes narrowed down at me dangerously.

is there.” I pointed to the place. Her eyes returned to

we are sitting

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

him. He snorted, behaving like he was angry with her. He didn’t seem angry though,

my eyes at her. He wasn’t jealous of us. It was not like I was stealing his

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light colors. She was a remarkable teacher and extremely hardworking at her job. I could still remember the first time we met face to face. It was about the time when she was just a**igned to teach us biology and I was unable to attend her cla**es because my peers always used to lock me up in the washroom. After a week, they were bored and left me alone so when I did attend her cla** she asked me why I was unable to answer her because of peer pressure as she quotes. However, She perhaps thought I was a rebel kid who didn’t like

for real she asked me to go back to my seat. I did sit down quietly but my tears flowed down my cheeks. She asked me for reasons and even tried to make me

as a teacher were immense, she was a HOD of Biology of our school. Her

works. She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds down and closed the windows. The lights at this time were off and the

our senses, processes the information, and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles move or causing

the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively pull back your hand and your nerves simultaneously send pain signals to

a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their jokes. Dang, they have so much

body goes rigid as I realize Rohan’s fingers were sliding in my locks. I clench my hands. He gathered my hair and lifted them high as one does when they tie it in a ponytail. I try to crane my neck to glare at him, but he tightens his grip on my follicles, and I stop struggling. Nina now seemed like she was too attentive in the lecture. As if nothing matters more