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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

Nina. She was in a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some stank-eye between them, the guy sat down as his friend pointed to a seat in the back where Rohan seemed to be

realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never sit together. Why was I following her so dumbly? I turned back

down at me dangerously. My face contorted in confusion as I

there.” I pointed to the

Jacqueline, we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

Rohan. He scoffed at us. Or most probably me. Nina turned around and stuck her tongue at him. He snorted, behaving like he was angry with her. He didn’t seem angry though, when I had looked at him he looked more like a guy

his best friend away from him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to achieve that. I cut her a side-eye

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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 attending cla**es. So she gave me a punishment for standing near the blackboard with my arms in the air. Exactly like when

dramatic kid but then realizing that my tears were 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

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

started as she moved from blackboard to smart board to teach us how the nervous system works. She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to

takes in information through our senses, processes the information, and triggers reactions, such

example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively pull back your

pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of

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