If there’s one thing in life that I can opt out of liberally without my parents throwing substantial tantrums on me, that will definitely be school. School is ruthless and undeniably dreary as not a lot of lunacy happens there due to what we call rules.

Of course there are certain minorities at school that practically rebel against rules and some who thoroughly don’t care as well. When I mention ‘minorities’, I was referring to my friends; the 'somewhat' popular clique. Despite my friends being and doing all that, I don’t; reckless behavior just doesn’t apply for my good-girl ass. That makes life at school even more monotonous.

I'm basically the most invisible person of this school. I'm not a sarcastic little bitch, I'm not a total geek despite consistently scoring fine grades, I'm not dramatic; I'm just average. Even the geeks are more renowned in this school than I am!

Crazy, right? It sucks to be called a slut on a daily basis, it sucks to be called a loser and have people pointing at you for being shy and geeky, but it sucks even more to never get noticed and never have people call you regardless.

Let’s take for instance, right now. I’m sitting here, half-asleep trying to be attentive to what the teacher is blabbering on about. The class is dead quiet for an obvious reason. It is evident that half the class is serenely asleep. Vivienne, one of my best friends, is drooling all over her table, and she currently looks like a deceased skunk from here; well frankly,  she generally looks like that.

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“So Tristan, please introduce yourself…” I hear my teacher pronounce and promptly snap back to reality from my brief daydreaming; so does every other of my fellow students upon hearing 'his' name.

I tilt my head up to see none other than Tristan Lennon standing in front of the class in vain. Anyone who’s never heard of him must’ve been dead since the past decade. Though, what is he doing here in Ms. Simone’s class?

“I’m transferring classes to catch up subjects that I wasn’t capable of grasping in my previous class. I hope I can be welcomed as a new member of the family starting today.” He states with an infamous smirk that follows; the bad boy smirk I fell in love with.

Ms. Simone doesn’t have a lot of students piling up in her class thus there are always deserted seats. “Go ahead and pick a seat wherever you prefer, Tristan.” I hear my teacher insist. We sit in pairs and the seat beside me just happens to be unoccupied.

I anticipated for Tristan to come about, and decide on the one next to me but he never did. Instead, he had chosen the seat next to a fellow scholar, Varaminta Hitman. Yes, Varaminta the goddamn Hitman. Indeed, her parents failed in naming her. Yet despite the degrading name, she looks incredibly dazzling; perhaps that’s why others would rather refer to her as Valeria or ‘the pretty one’. Perhaps, that’s also why Tristan preferred her over me.

“Dammit, baboon” I mutter to myself, evidently envious of Hitman.

“Hi Tristan, how are you?” Hitman greets Tristan from behind me.
 
“Not so bad, and yourself?” I hear him reply, as I begin to eavesdrop their conversation.
 
“Very content. So Tristan, why did you transfer classes exactly?”
 
“I’ve told you earlier.” He insists.
 
“I can distinguish the lie, just be frank with me. I’ve heard lots about you.” She says giggling aloud rather flirtatiously, trying to force out an answer. Yet he responds simply with a chortle.
 
At the moment, I’m already sweltering in fury and envy simply listening to the whispers, back and forth between the two.
 
“I see. Pardon me, what’s your name again?”
 
“Valeria” She says conceitedly. Really? I thought the name was Varaminta! It appears to me that she fancies him too, and that I’ve got serious competition.

“Valeria? That’s a very suitable name for a beautiful girl like you.” He praises. That’s it. My switch instantly turned to rage mode and now I feel absolutely ready to stab the 'Hitman' girl.

“Yeah right, VALERIA. I thought your name was VARAMINTA HITMAN, or am I mistaken?! Ever consider changing your name to 'hitler the molester' instead? Oh, and stop bragging, your voice is as aggravating as an old hag’s!”

And those were the words that had brought my ass all the way over to the principal’s office. Looks like attention has finally found their way to me.