Hatred Fake
Starting to Hate Each Other
BYURR….
Freya closed her eyes with all the emotions that almost tore her patience apart. Just as he was about to feed the batagor into his mouth, Liora had already flushed it with a glass of iced tea. At least the tea was cold. Otherwise, perhaps Freya had completely strangled Liora's neck this time around.
“Lo ain't no tired, huh? What's your brain made of, anyway? Already stubborn, bebal again!” Freya got up from sitting down. The bangs aside and his face he let stay wet.
The canteen was crowded, but no one was disturbed by the sight. Some of the boys watched enthusiastically. As if they were in the cinema and in front of them this is Jackie Chan action film against Bruce Lee. Some others continue eating activities without interest in breaking up.
Nevertheless, there was one person who seemed to be still sane. Rezvan was about to approach Freya and Liora, but Deon forbade him. “Do not, Rez! You're new here. If you want to help Freya, at least you have to understand the situation first. Lo too, don't know them very well, right?”
Rezvan strongly disagrees with Deon. What if he doesn't know Freya and Liora well? Looking at the bullying action before his own eyes, how could this sea of humans not be moved to break them? Rezvan is completely inexhaustible.
Liora sneaked while looking at Freya trivially, “conscious no heck, you also usually just bac*t doang? You don't dare my bales? From the beginning until now, you have dared to just whine with the teacher. Begging for attention to be pitied. Basic trash!”
Freya laughed blandly, “what did you say? Me, trash?! Not back, Buk?”
How dare a bully for no apparent reason to put it garbage. In fact, trash is better than he and his friends.
However, Liora did not take a headache. “No! I really do know that rubbish, that's a fact. And you should also know that your place is not here. You don't pantes school in Akar Bangsa, you tuh pantesnya school in prison!”
Liora's words deeply pierced Freya. However, he did not understand what Liora was talking about. Why did he carry the name of the prison? “By the way what the hell lo? Why bring all the prison, you think I'm a criminal? Heh, who should know themselves everywhere is also elo! Who do you not know who you are, huh? I help you answer, you are the incarnation of Mak Lampir! Wicked, no morals!”
Liora's face flushed red. The girl clenched until her knuckles turned white. “If you were conscious, Rey. If you want the same great sin what you have done! I guarantee you'll kiss my feet while crying blood for mercy on me!”
Freya frowned, “gue did not understand, actually you want to say what?”
Liora turned and immediately led her friends away from the presence of Freya. “Ayo, gengs, unplug! We are looking for a seat away from this pollution junk!”
Freya shook her head. What kind of prison does the dungeon leader mean? It is hard to believe that his present life is not only about oppression, but also a mystery that he must solve by himself. Why, always, is Freya alone?
He stood in the middle of the canteen as a person trampled on his pride. However, none of them seemed to have the heart of a speck. At least, say 'don't fight' or 'don't hurt Freya anymore'. He wished he could hear those words.
Unintentionally, Freya's view collides with Rezvan's. The man looks, pity.
No, that's not what Freya wants! Not mercy!
Daisy is shocked when Freya puts ten thousands in front of her with a slight bang. Daisy looked up, she could see Freya's eyes glazed over. But he could not tell if it was a sign of anger or sadness.
“Bayarin!” pinta Freya was brief then left the canteen.
“Rey,” Rezvan is about to catch up with the poor girl. Deon stopped him.
“Rez, please! If you want to nolongin Freya or entertain her, let no other child know. I'm afraid you'll be following Liora.”
Rezvan ruffles hair in frustration, “gue doesn't understand, I swear! Why are you all so cruel that one person is bullied, anyway?” Deon let out a heavy sigh instead of answering Rezvan's question. “Okay, I changed the question. Is Freya always treated like they are and not designed with you?”
Rezvan's drowning in his stool. How could Freya, the most jutek woman she has admired since she first met at the Dojo?
Meanwhile, Freya quickly moved away from the canteen. While neutralizing his crazy heartbeat from anger, he headed for the library through the twelve-grade hallway which was quite tenuous as upperclassmen were being gathered in the hall for the socialization of the campus.
Suddenly, Devan from the direction of the son's bathroom blocked his path. Freya was forced to stop, she was also curious about how Devan behaved to her.
“Wah wow! Look who I've met here. Where are you going, Lun?” ask her with a sneering tone.
“My name is not Luna,” reply Freya cold.
“Iya, I know too. I mean it's not Luna but CU-LUN!”
Devan was heartbroken at his lack of sarcasm for Freya. The girl rolled her eyes. “Lo picek, huh? Look at the fashionable girl gini just not becus! Put on Daisy's glasses first!”
Devan pretended to dig his ear hole, “bentar, undaunted! I'm not wrong, right? Apparently, besides geeky lo also likes nyolot, yes?”
“Gue is not geeky, but I like nyolot. Why, do not accept lo, Ci?”
“What, Ci?”
“Lack clear? BAN-CI.”
“Damn it!”
Suddenly, Devan pulls Freya's pigtail down. Freya who was shorter than Devan looked up. His face was directly facing Devan's face which was directly above him. Freya kept her expression from looking weak.
“Lo is a fucking chick, where the smell of tea is again. I want to test how strong you can survive in this school!” furious Devan while tightening his grip on Freya's pigtail.
“Ooh, is that it? I was curious, actually my biggest enemy candidate knows not my name who?”
The man snorted, “lo name is ugly! Males I said it.”
“Okay knowsin, my name is Freya Angel. I went to Akar Bangsa High School from the tenth grade and was the only victim of bullying at this school. You don't need to know anymore, I know! And since you were the first guy who dared to pull my hair in a rough way, I've broken that you are my most disgusting enemy! But, because I don't want to clap one hand. From now on, I hate the same lo and you should also hate me, DEAL!”
Although it initially sounded strange, Devan also revealed a slanted smile, “brilian, DEAL!”
The guy was off guard, Freya took advantage of the opportunity to break away with a quick move. Unfortunately, Freya could not save her hair pigtails that were still clasped in Devan's hands. As a result, Freya's straight, dense hair was unraveled freely.
Freya could feel Devan still giving her a sharp look. However, the girl immediately left without looking. He reached for a rubber pigtail in his pocket, then put it up while walking.
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