Her FaceBook Friend

Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 41

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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boy whistled, “Dude. I want this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I didn’t look up at the

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 sat down as his friend pointed to a seat in the back where Rohan seemed to be sitting leisurely without a care in

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

at me dangerously. My face contorted

to the place. Her

up Jacqueline, we are

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

cla**room, but the seat we took was the second last because the last one was occupied by 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 who was sitting leisurely.

was stealing his best friend away from him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to achieve that.

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morning students. Mrs. Neha Tyagi was pretty and tall. Her wheat skin was free of any makeup and around spectacles covered her eyes. Her black eyes always seemed to be filled with kindness. Her face was Oblong a short b***on nose and thick lips. Her clothes were always of modest 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

the way I did. Seeing me crying she first thought I was being a 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

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

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

processes the information, and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles move or causing you to feel

a kid pulling back his hand from a plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate,

the lecture Rohan and Nina Snickers jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their jokes. Dang, they

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

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