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WHAT YOU DO, STUPID!!!!!! But I held myself back, a little annoyed by her lack of selfconfidence.
Her converse squeaking as she crossed the room, Eve finally reached her destination, a desk mutilated beyond belief. It was a catastrophe, a barrage of gum, pencil scrapings, dents, and graffiti with a small, plastic chair by it. She delicately, like a queen, sat in the chair, not bothered. She seemed like she really couldn't care less.
"Would you like to tell us anything about yourself?" Miss Reyes questioned.
"Just look in tabloids or on the internet," I shrugged a little. "Some of it is true."
"So..." A beefy brown haired boy with a handsome face and a deathly skinny form said. "You did it with Henrietta Stratton?"
Did he really just ask me that? The nerve of some teenage guys.
The whole room erupted into whispers, muffled laughs heard. Miss Reyes frowned at the mischievous boy disapprovingly. "You don't ask something like that!"
"He said to look in the tabloids!" he protested, laughingly.
I frowned a little at his frowning form. "You should know that's not true."
The boy didn't say anything else, consumed by laughter.
"QUIET, class," Miss Reyes said, her voice in a dangerous whisper, her body rigid, as if she expected them not to obey. However, they heeded her words, until the tapping of a pencil could be heard across the room. "This is your desk, Dex," she smiled, and rushed to the closet, pulling out a brand new, shiny desk. Now THAT was how a desk was supposed to look.
Wowed by the sudden splendor, I plopped down in the chair, my head leaning back in enjoyment. With a plush seat and a shiny, clear desk surface, this desk was like the ones back home.
Eve, across the room, stared at the board where Miss Reyes was writing complicated equations down, a tsunami of number, variables, and who knows what else. No one but her was listening and looking really, just chatting with their friends instead.
Two girls right next to me were exchanging whispers. "Louise, isn't this class boring?"
"It always is, Margo." Louise was a short, rather stumpy girl with long, flaxen hair the color of sunshine and eyes like chocolate, who was also blessed with a magnificent smile.
Margo was a tall, leggy girl with short brown hair and crystal blue eyes that could pierce through you, like ice. She had a pretty smile also, but didn't have a face as pretty as Louise, with a crooked nose and cheekbones that jutted out. They were both sitting right in front of me, but I could hear their every word, for it seemed like they didn't know how to whisper.
"Don't you think Dex is much more hot in person?" Margo asked excitedly.
"Yeah, I just about fainted when he entered the room," Louise replied. I smirked.
"It's like he's royalty, though."
"Yeah, like how someone had to give up their desk so the school could sell it and buy a thousand-dollar one for him."
"And the twins made Eve do it," Margo sighed. My senses were alerted, my ears tuned to the sound of Eve's name.
"Poor Eve," Louise agreed. "Although she got more than enough to make up for all the bullying. She looks like a movie star,"
"Sometimes, I wonder if she would give up her looks to stop being bullied so badly."
"She's so shy."
"She always has this sad expression on her face."
"I guess looks aren't everything."
I couldn't stand it any longer. I nudged on Margo's desk, who’s was directly in front of me, and they both turned to me. "Who are the twins?" I demanded.
"I can't believe Dex is talking to us!" Margo exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too."
"A real celebrity." A smile emerged on Margo's lips, a dreamy expression worn. I realized I wouldn't get anything out of the dazed Margo.
"Who are the twins?" I asked Louise, who was chewing her lip in nervousness.
She pointed, a little shakily, to two identical girls sitting next to each other, surrounding Eve. They both emanated some sort of possessiveness over Eve, seemingly screaming, She's mine to bully! Don't touch her!
They certainly were gorgeous, both Asian, with long black hair and killer figures. Their faces were pretty, but it was their bodies that snagged all the attention. However, they slighted in comparison with Eve, who possessed a gracefulness and a kind expression that the twins could never achieve. I wouldn't doubt that they had both had plastic surgery. They were always whispering to her, threats I imagine, stroking her hair, patting her face, and grabbing her hands. I angered at their contact, imagining the terrors they must be whispering of, the touches symbolizing torture and humiliation.
"Ooh, looks like the rockstar likes Eve," Louise whispered, a playful expression on her lips.
"Yeah," Margo agreed, finally out of her daze, smiling at my being unconfortable.
"And he's living with her."
"I wonder what they've done..."
"Nothing!" I told Margo angrily, but she just smiled.
"It's what everyone would say if you guys went out."
"Don't let that stop you though," Louise quickly said. "They would only be rumors."
"I'm jealous," Margo sighed.
"Eve always gets the good guys."
"What?" I inquired.
"Well," Louise explained. "In seventh grade, Peter, our school quarterback and a total hottie, asked Eve to go out with him. She said no, and he's been pining after her ever since. You should see him drool when she walks in the room," she smirked. "But anyways, Peter has never had a girlfriend, but instead has one night stands."
"I think he can't forget her," Margo observed.
"Duh," Margo was obviously a little slow.
"Oh," I said. So that's how Eve hurt Peter.
"Nobody can figure out why Eve said no, though," Louise added. "He has everything a girl could want, and on top of that, they were best friends."
"I think she liked someone else..." Margo said.
I wondered who that lucky guy was.

After class, I got up and walked straight over to Eve, ignoring the numerous shouts of "Hey Dex! Love you!” and "Your music is incredible!". However, those two terrorizing girls were still standing next to her.
"Hey Dex," they purred.
"Hello," I said awkwardly. They seemed to view me rather as a thing than a person, looking me up and down obviously, considering me.
"I'm Ayako," the girl on the right smiled, pearly whites shining.
"I'm Akemi," Akemi swished her long, black, shiny hair alluringly. I smiled politely.
"Nice to meet you," I replied. "Now Eve is going to take me to my next class. Goodbye," I grabbed Eve's hand and tried to tug her away. However, I heard a small yelp of pain, and turned to see Akemi's fingers nearly cutting into Eve's arm, a pained expression on Eve's face.
"I'm sorry, Dex. We're not done talking to Eve."
Eve's face grew deathly white. She seemed helpless in Akemi's grip and under Ayako's death glare. Then, she took a single look at me, and a touch of red graced her cheeks.
Was it... embarrassment?
Eve was so different from when she was just around me or her family. Now, she was a wimp, and I have a feeling she didn't want me to see that side of her. I wondered why she was so wimpy here, so quiet and... soulless.
Suddenly, Eve changed. Her soft blue eyes grew hard, her hand clenching. She ripped her hand away from Akemi, Ayako's eyes wide with amazement.
"Goodbye."
Eve walked out of the room without looking back.
I caught up with her quickly, and grabbed her shoulders, whirling her around to face me. "Are you really being bullied?"
Eve looked away, not willing to meet my eyes.
"Please tell me."
"Leave me alone," a whisper escaped her ruby red lips.
"What made you stand up to them just now?" I ignored her last comment.
Eve came to a halt, confusion and puzzlement gracing her perfect face. She seemed to be trying to find a reason for her sudden bravery, just like I was. Then her angry expression disappeared, and a small smile came into view. She raised her head to look at me, her expression timid. "Dex, I think it was you."
"Oh, really?" this was getting interesting.
"You make me want to be myself," she smiled softly. "Just like when I was friends with Peter."
I was starting to hate Peter's name.
"Don't leave me, okay?" she grabbed my arm. "Don't leave me like Peter did."
She started swaying, her form shaky, her eyes turning cold, the softness rapidly leaving. What was going on? Why was she swaying?
"Don't leave me," she repeated, holding on to my arm with a viselike grip, slumping suddenly, crumpling to the ground, and laying prostrate on the cold floor. Good thing there were no students in this hallway. Where was the nurse's office? An emotion flooded through me, burning like liquid fire, scouring my bones, hurting horribly. I realized that I was scared.
Very scared.
She looked dead, with her voluptuous hair spread out, her eyes closed, and her skin pale. She was like a beautiful ice queen, coldness spreading through her body rapidly, and a deathly pallor reaching her cheeks.
I scooped her up in my hands, enjoying the feeling of her against me, even though she seemed dead. It just proved how desperate I was becoming. I ran for the nearest classroom door. I have to get you to the nurse's office, I thought over and over. Eve's words were ringing in my head, leaving me no space for logical thinking. I barged into the room, not knowing where I was or where I should be. Eve was the only thing occupying my mind. Eve, I thought, don't die.
"Where is the nurse's office?" I half asked, half shouted, my eyes bloodshot. I could barely make out the outlines of all the students, staring at me in amazement. I didn't care about anything. My reputation didn't matter. My singing didn't matter. My appearance didn't matter.
All that mattered was Eve.
A small, petite woman, obviously the teacher, hurried over to me.
"What happened?" She seemed comforting, like a grandmother, with gray hair and dark blue eyes, wrinkles sparse but nevertheless there. She had a slender form, no fat to be found, and moved really well, her legs not withered away like other old ladies. All in all, an attractive elderly woman.
"She fainted," I barely choked out the words. Her eyes widened.
"Come right this way," she led me to hope.
Hope that Eve would be okay.

Eve's eyes fluttered, a small sign of movement that set my spirits real high. The lady that helped me, Mrs. Lorena, stood by my side, speaking with the nurse.
"Do you know what happened to Eve?" she inquired. I sneaked a glance at them, and tuned my ears, curious as well.
"I believe it was some sort of stress thing." The nurse said. "But that's just a wild guess. I don't really know for sure."
Could she really have been that stressed when she stood up to Akemi and Ayako? I guess if she had been living that way for years, a change of her attitude towards them would be stressful. I really don't know how dangerous they could be, or how much of a death wish she could be asking for. Is that what inspired her to say those things to me? I was confused, not understanding practically anything that had happened. I hoped understanding would eventually come.
"What are you doing?" a musical, entrancing voice cut through the silence. I looked at her, and found her staring at me.
I realized that I was leaning over her, and backed away quickly. Mrs. Lorena quickly covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
"Are you
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