On my very first day at my new school, the resident bad boy decided to make my life hell. All because I accidentally wore a similar outfit to the school’s "Queen Bee." Suddenly, I was labeled a "pick-me girl" and a "try-hard." The bad boy, Jace, deliberately poured a carton of milk over my head. Then, with fake sincerity, he apologized while roughly messing up my wet hair. When he noticed my mismatched eye color, he sneered. "Wow, wearing colored contacts on the first day? Who are you trying to seduce?" I looked at him calmly. "It’s not a contact lens. It’s a prosthetic." 1 "What?" Jace looked like he hadn't heard me right. He frowned, his expression shifting from arrogance to something weirdly unsettled. "What did you just say? If it’s not a contact, what is it?" I sighed internally. The one thing I dreaded about transferring schools was happening immediately. Calmly, I swatted Jace’s hand away. I slicked my milk-soaked hair back, wiped the white streaks from my face with a tissue, and revealed my pale forehead and bloodless complexion. I locked eyes with him. "Watch closely." Jace’s brow furrowed in confusion. The next second, with practiced ease, I lifted my eyelid. Right there in front of the entire class, I popped the prosthetic piece out of my left eye socket. I placed the golden-hued artificial eye on the desk in front of a now pale-faced Jace. I repeated myself, my voice flat. "This isn't a contact lens. It’s a prosthetic eye." "Was I clear enough?" The rowdy classroom instantly fell into a deathly silence. Jace stared at my empty eye socket for a long time, then stumbled back two steps in disbelief. "How...?" He looked dazed, his hand instinctively reaching out as if to touch my face, but I blocked him. I lowered my head and quickly slipped the piece back in, adjusting it until it sat right. I knew I must look pathetic right now—soaked in milk, blind in one eye. But it didn't matter. I’d been through worse. This was nothing. When I looked up again, Jace was staring at me with a complicated expression. "I thought you were..." His lips trembled, like he wanted to say something else. But the bell rang. I didn't wait. I walked right past a stiff-as-a-board Jace and went to my desk. My hair was dripping wet. I wiped it silently with tissues, but it didn't help much. It just left that gross, sticky feeling of drying milk. I ran out of tissues quickly. I ignored the mess on my hoodie and pulled out my textbook. Jace stood by my desk, frozen. He watched me try to clean myself up without saying a word, his hand still gripping the empty milk carton. When I finally stopped wiping, his gaze lingered on my damp hair. After a long pause, Jace kicked the chair of the girl in front of me—Chloe. "Give me a pack of tissues," he rasped. Chloe glared at him. "Jace, what is your problem? The teacher’s coming. Sit down." "I said, give me the tissues!" Jace’s voice suddenly spiked. "Do you not speak English?" 2 The room was already quiet, waiting for the teacher. Jace’s shout made everyone jump and turn to look at him. Chloe flinched, looking scared. Her eyes turned red as she dug a half-used pack of tissues out of her bag and threw it at him. "You're crazy! Why are you yelling at me?" Jace ignored her. He grabbed the tissues and thrust them toward me. I didn't reach for them. His hand hung awkwardly in the air. "Take them. Use them," Jace said, his face pale, his tone laced with frustration. I slowly looked up and met his eyes. The moment Jace saw my golden pupil, he flinched like he’d been stung and jerked his head away, avoiding eye contact. "Stop staring at me," he barked, trying to sound tough. "Just take the damn tissues." It dawned on me then. After I took out my eye, Jace’s attitude had done a complete 180. Looking at how awkward he was acting, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind. "Is this... your way of apologizing?" I asked calmly. Jace froze. His fingertips trembled slightly, betraying his panic. "If accepting your tissues means I have to forgive you, then no thanks." I stared at his furrowed brow. "I have no intention of accepting your apology. So please, take your stuff and stay away from me. Thanks." Jace’s face dropped. He looked dark and stormy. Seeing he couldn't talk me into it, he didn't explain. He just shoved the tissues into my desk drawer. I immediately took them out and dropped them on the floor. Jace silently picked them up and tried to hand them to me again. Just then, the teacher walked in. Chloe, watching this tug-of-war from the front row, looked like she was about to explode. Before the teacher reached the podium, she stood up and yanked Jace’s arm, dragging him to the back of the room. "She doesn't want to talk to you. Why are you simping so hard?" She pulled him away, deliberately bumping my desk hard as she passed. I didn't look at them. I stared straight ahead. Halfway through class, a loud, crisp slap echoed from the back row. It sounded like someone had hit themselves—hard. Heads turned. Even Chloe kept looking back at Jace, shocked. Every time she looked at him, she’d turn around and glare at me with pure venom. Like I had committed some unforgivable crime. I ignored them both. 3 I barely made it to the break. The sticky milk feeling was unbearable. I stood up to go to the bathroom to wash up, but as I moved, someone’s foot shot out and tripped me. I lost my balance and pitched forward. I threw my hands out to catch myself, but my palms skidded across the rough floor. "Ah," I hissed. The skin on my wrist tore open, blood immediately oozing out and staining my sleeve. It looked worse than it was. I was about to push myself up when someone shoved through the crowd. Without a word, strong arms wrapped around my waist and legs, scooping me up into the air. I wasn't ready for it. In my panic, I grabbed the person’s shoulders. "You okay?" Jace’s voice rumbled near my ear. He saw the blood on my arm and frowned deeply. "Don't move. I'm taking you to the nurse." "It’s my hand that’s hurt, not my feet," I said calmly. "Put me down. I can walk." Jace acted like he was deaf. He tightened his grip on my waist. "I can carry you," he muttered. "Stop trying to be tough." I almost laughed at the absurdity. I opened my mouth to argue. But right then, Jace seemingly tripped over nothing. Gravity took over. The sickening feeling of falling washed over me, triggering a flash of bad memories. My body went rigid. "Jace!" I screamed, terrified. He reacted fast, trying to cradle the back of my head with his hand. But momentum won. We hit the ground hard. Because he was holding me, Jace landed on top of me, crushing me with his full weight. My head smacked against something hard. Thud. My ears rang. The world went fuzzy. Right before I blacked out, I heard Jace yelling frantically at the crowd. "Chloe! Get over here! Your cousin fainted!" My heart sank. So, Jace knew I was Chloe’s cousin. No wonder he hated me. 4 I woke up at an awkward time. "You promised you’d help me teach her a lesson!" Chloe’s shrill voice pierced the air. "Why are you backing out now?" I kept my eyes closed. I could hear the rhythmic tapping of fingers on a desk. Jace. "I said I’d help you teach her a lesson," Jace said, clicking his tongue impatiently. "But you didn't tell me she was disabled." "I’m not bullying a disabled girl, Chloe. What do you think I am? An animal?" Chloe’s aggressive tone choked off, turning into a whiny sob. "She's just a crippled bitch!" Chloe’s voice spiked, hysterical. "If she ruined your life and stole everything from you, I bet you wouldn't be sitting here acting all high and mighty about forgiveness!" Jace went silent. The tapping stopped. "Jace," Chloe said, her voice low and intense. "You promised. You owe me for taking the fall for that suspension last semester." "I don't want anything else. Just help me destroy her." I heard her footsteps approach him. She whispered, venomous. "Destoy her. I don't care how you do it." A long silence filled the nurse's office. I could hear the breeze rustling the curtains. Then, Jace sighed. "Fine. I’ll do it." Chloe instantly switched from rage to delight. She didn't even care about his hesitation, happily offering to buy him lunch. They left the room together. As the door clicked shut, I opened my eyes. My head throbbed, but it was manageable. I sat up, stopped the recording on my phone, and saved the file. I knew Chloe didn't like me. When I first moved into my aunt and uncle's house, her hostility was thinly veiled behind fake smiles. But I didn't realize she hated me this much. Enough to ask the school bully to "destroy" me. I thought back to the slap Jace gave himself in class. And his reluctant "Fine, I'll do it." It was almost funny. Actually, I was kind of curious. I wanted to see exactly how Jace planned to "destroy" me.
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