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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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palms clenched tighter but I didn’t look up at

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 the

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.

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

Jacqueline, we are sitting

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

walked up to the back of the 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. I looked at their interaction as Rohan showed his middle finger to her to which she snorted and shot him

jealous of us. It was not like I was stealing 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 while Rohan laughed as

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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

don’t understand to this day why I had cried 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 my cheeks. She asked me for reasons and even tried to make me laugh but I was unable to help it. Instead, I hiccuped

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

She had already taken

senses, processes the information, and triggers

hand from a plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if

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

my hair and lifted them high as one does when they tie it in a ponytail. I try