ATTENTION

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The next day at school was even worse than my first day, as if my bandaged limbs already did not give people enough reason to stare, then having a newly acquired personal bodyguard sure did.

"Tyler, please give me back my bag, my hands are fine."

"Nope. I will not allow you to lift a single finger." He insisted, stalking off like a man on mission.

Sighing in defeat, I could only follow after him as he headed towards my locker. The guy had been waiting for me at the drop off area and had snatched my duffel bag from the passenger seat before I had time to get out of the car.

On the way, I lost count of how many people he greeted and exchanged complicated handshakes with. The not so inconspicuous smirks from the guys and scornful scowls from the cheerleaders were also hard to miss as their eyes lingered on me.

"I didn't know you got a new job." Jordan eyed the duffel bag in Tyler's hand with distaste as he blocked our path.

"Well, now you do." Tyler replied in a playful tone.

It was clear Tyler had no intention of leaving me alone, thus with an exasperated eyeroll, Jordan walked off.

"Don't you have a class to get to?" I questioned, praying he had a class far away from mine.

"Nope, we have the same first period." He answered without looking back at me.

"How do you know?" I picked up my pace to match his long strides.

"I checked your schedule of course." A hint of smugness laced his words.

Giving forth an effluvium, I decided to raise the white flag and surrender to his request whilst wishing for the day to end soon.

Hard as it may be to believe, but I was looking forward to gym class.

For one, it was basically a free period since I had the doctor's permission to sit out for two weeks. An added bonus was the fact that Tyler was in a different gym class, meaning I could be freed from his incessant tailing for just a little while.

"Harrington!" The gym teacher, who I learned was also the football coach, hollered.

Walking over to the tracks, I tried my best to ignore the hushed whispers from the students and the intimidating glare from Jordan.

"I need you to be the timekeeper, tell those who have finished their time." He instructed, handing me a stopwatch.

I obliged, situated myself at the starting line and got ready to press the start button.

Everyone gathered around and sped off just as the coach blew his whistle. Unsurprisingly, Jordan raced ahead of the class. His agile speed and toned long legs putting as much distance as possible from those gaining up on him.

"4 minutes 27 seconds." I announced after he had finished running two laps.

Without even stopping to catch his breath, he brushed past me and headed for the changing rooms. Subsequently, more people came to me for their timings after they have finished.

Once the last person had left the track, coach gave me a nod of appreciation before taking back the stopwatch.

Since my bag was on the bleachers, I walked in that direction and plopped myself down on the shiny metallic seat.

It was a rather cloudy day, the sun hidden by the clouds whilst a zephyr lightly ruffled locks of hair from my tight ponytail.

There was still 15 minutes of gym period left before my next class and I decided to stay out here where no one was in sight, apart from those who were in the changing rooms.

I was preoccupied with trying to decipher the various shapes of the clouds when four girls abruptly blocked my view.

The one standing nearest to me moved even closer, sending a strong waft of sickly sweet perfume to attack my nostrils.

Giving me a condescending once over, she cleared her throat loudly. "You must be Liana Harrington."

I stood up from my seat and took a step forward, such that we were both eye leveled. Her left eye twitched at my bold behaviour, probably not expecting that.

It had actually been drilled into my head from my etiquette instructor that during a confrontation or negotiation of any sort, I must always be standing on the same ground level as the other person. This was a psychological thing wherein the person standing on an elevated platform or ground, would feel they possess more power and control over the other stood on a lower ground.

"And you are?..."

"The name's Annabelle Hudson." She proclaimed as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Anything I can help you with, Annabelle?" I asked, glancing at the three girls stood slightly behind her.

"These are Kate Hudson, Natalie Todd and Salice Swift." Annabelle gestured to the rest of the crew. "We are just curious to meet the famous ice princess."

At that, the other girls sniggered loudly. I held back a sigh, not really in the mood to deal with these girls. The four of them were all childhood friends, known for being the biggest flirts, especially the Hudsons who were close cousins.

"Nice to meet you all too." That was obviously a forced lie, I was pretty sure anyone could tell by the slight grimace on my face.

"We noticed you've gotten really close to Tyler lately...just a warning honey, boring prudes like you aren't exactly their type." Annabelle batted her eyelashes for added dramatic effect.

If she thought that her words could actually hurt me, then she'd be in for a huge surprise. These words that were meant to tear me down could no longer do that, not when I was an obsolete shell of who I used to be.

"Thanks for the heads up Annabelle, I'll be sure to help you check if they would much rather prefer walking dummies instead."

The smug looks all of them had were immediately wiped off and I wasted no time strutting out of there like a model would on a runway.

A wave of pride washed over me as I recalled how I stood up for myself against people like her, those who were always seeking for flaws in others in order to bring them down to make themselves feel better.

As I neared the doors that led to the inside of the school, I spotted someone stood outside.

The guy brought a cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before puffing out a long drag of smoke.

I've never liked the smell of cigarettes, it reeked of poison and death, thus the reason why I held my breath as I passed Jordan.

"Looks like you're not only a pretty little daddy's girl huh?"

My feet stopped moving instinctively, though I still continued holding my breath, "Never was."

I could hear the joint being thrown to the ground as he stepped on it to distinguish the flame. A second later, I felt his hot breath lightly fan my cheeks, the warmth from his body engulfing my own.

"Good to know."

With that, he disappeared through the doors, the back of his dress shirt untucked.

Along with him went the burnt smell of cigar joints, allowing me to finally breathe without feeling suffocated. If there's anything those two minutes of not having oxygen taught me, its that Jordan was exactly like burnt cigarette smoke.

Deathly posion.

I have been so busy lately, collecting my A level results and all that but I updated !!

Hope you enjoyed the last part, I love writing about Jordan and Liana GAHHHHH (I ship them so much)

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xuan

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