Millions of thoughts surge into my head. Did Jay just intentionally defend my utter rival?

---

Time shifts like a flash, and it eventually gets to Science period and thus I make my way to the lab. At that point of time, I feel quite unwell as of this displeasing sensation in my stomach as if a pitchfork is twisting and stabbing my gut.

Nevertheless, I proceed to ignore that and sit myself on the nearest stool in the science lab, watching the rest of the students pile in. I have one hand over my stomach, trying my best to disregard the mortifying cramps I have at the moment. I’m on the second day of my period which is supposedly my worst, chaos always happens in days like this.

Two minutes go by, and our teacher enters the room. Sir. Broderick is our Biology teacher and he’s also perhaps the most affable teacher around. He’s rather timid, talks very softly and most of his classes are monotonous I admit, but he is damn good-looking.

Sir. Broderick is not only charming in terms of physical appearance, but also very smart. In fact, he’s sometimes too intelligent that whenever he cracks a joke, everyone would pretend to laugh their mouths off when in truth; they have no clue as of what he had been talking about.

Yet it doesn’t really matter, he gets to keep his job because of his tremendously endearing looks. Although now, I believe since Tristan transferred, our teacher won’t be the only handsome one in class!

“So I’ll be dividing you into groups of three.” Sir. Broderick pronounces, standing before us. I watch as some girls drool over their tables and gag at them; our teacher is literally twice our age.

“Would you rather have me pick the team out?” He asks. The entire class nods vigorously, obviously they all love listening to his deep masculine voice utter each their names.

He babbles random names in groups of three, until it gets to mine. “Lizette” he suddenly says resting his hand over my shoulder. I instantly snap from my brief daydreaming; yes I had been daydreaming semi-consciously in his class of total boredom.

“Yes?” I immediately pipe up, obviously startled. He chuckles at me forgivingly, knowing that I’d been sleeping through the first five minutes of class.

“That means you’re left with Keira and Tristan.” He notifies. I nod at him shyly, as I look around in search of the two. I spot Keira sitting on one corner of the class, with her knees brought up to her stomach and head dipped down, remaining completely mute and tranquil as she loiters in her own reverie.

I scoff at the sight of her, not because I was being affronting, but because of the memories that flash through my head when I saw her.

---

We used to be so close with each other that we’d wear matching stockings to school every day; being the weird kids that we were.

Our friendship lasted very strongly throughout the entire course of grade school; I remember very vividly that particular moment when I inadvertently pissed in class, and Keira had to save the day, helping me clean me up. I was utterly humiliated, even though I was a kid, and constantly pondered of that instance, not being able to get my mind off of it for a long time.

One thing led to another and Keira ended up introducing me to Jayden, and that was how Jay and I met for the first time. Yes, he was HER best friend initially. She made him tell me of the time he pissed himself during class alike I.

His personal experience was terrifically embarrassing that it made mine seem like nothing in comparison; which calmed me down a hundred percent.

Somehow after that, Jay and I became really close that it seemed as if we were super-glued onto each other’s backs. We assembled a group that consists of just the three of us, and we would pull pranks together. Solemnly, our classroom advisor hated what we did and punished us lots that we were forced to disband.

Because of that, Keira and I’s friendship status became awfully wobbly, also considering the fact that we have mostly different classes fit in our schedule. Then this particular boy emerged, and that in some ways pushed the both of us further apart.

Jay and I are still best friends, but Keira and I are yet to reunite.

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“Ms. Skywalker?” I hear my teacher say. I snap, gasping.

Sir. Broderick was crouching down at me with his eyebrows tilted up. “Are you well? Do you need to wash your face?” He asks, obviously taking notice of how worn out I seem.
I had daydreamed and fell unconscious right in front of the teacher for the second time, which nearly sounds impossible, but still occurred for foolish me.

“I’m so sorry, that was wholly unintentional.” I apologize repetitively, my head plummeting down. Every being inside the room has their eyes fixated on me, and of course, the girls are giving me a threatening glare for making a bad impression of the class in front of their ultimate favorite tutor.

“Okay then. Well, raise your hand if you need anything and I would appreciate it greatly if you’d listen in class.” He asserts, and with that, proceeds to explain about our project in front of the class.

My eyes skim around the area in search of Tristan, he was nowhere to be found; isn’t he supposed to be present?

Out of the blue, I hear a knock on the door, followed by Tristan who let himself in. Sir. Broderick doesn’t bother to question or reprimand him for bursting in indecently like that, which is strange of a teacher to do so. There remain a lot of unoccupied stools scattered around the room, and Tristan stands in the middle of the class, looking baffled out of his mind.

Girls are swooning all over him; he was invited to sit next to everybody, but very surprisingly, he pulls over a stool and sits next to ME! For the second time in this one session, I become the center of attention. The pretty girl next to me is gritting her teeth very uncomfortably; she must be dwelling on why he didn’t opt to sit next to her instead.

“Hey, mind if I sit next to you?” He asks with a broad grin.

I blush coyly, letting my fringe sweep over my eyes. “Of course, not.” I say. “This must be the first time someone like you would voluntarily sit next to someone like me.” I giggle.

He chuckles, “Relax, it’s not as if I intend to take advantage of you, I’m not that bad.”

Sir. Broderick then approaches us to notify Tristan regarding his team for the project. I see Tristan crack a huge smile upon hearing my name being mentioned.

“Cool! This will be really interesting, huh?” He winks and nudges my shoulder playfully.

Minutes pass by and Sir. Broderick leaves the room, sparing us time to discuss the project with our own teams. All the other teams have converged together, except for ours. Keira remained still in that one corner where she sat, not moving the slightest.

Therefore, I decide to approach her, getting up from my seat.

Yet, right when I got up and slanted my head down to look behind, I realized that the base of my stool is smothered in red. I twist my body to glance at my bum, and it’s most definitely a nightmare that came to be.

I’m leaking period blood.

I’m not talking just a drip or a speck of it, but it was like a pool of obnoxious brick red paint. It was horrific, and my face turned white like a goat in an instant.

I plop myself back down on the seat immediately, not wanting anyone to take notice. Although, I realize that for one, Tristan is sitting right next to me, and it’s evident how he can distinctly detect the nauseating smell.

“Holy Crap, did somebody just take a massive shit!? It smells like someone had been murdered here!” He shouts.

Screw. My. Life.