The Butterfly Effect's

Episode 12's

Sorry that I can't believe that anyone ever really starts to fall in love with me

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Hazel doesn't like the girl being humiliated. He was angry, it felt as if his world was being destroyed. But, who is he? And the more important question is, who is that girl? Rara is a nobody, Hazel doesn't want to have feelings for the girl either.

It all started when he wanted to go to the futsal court in the hall on the 6th floor to visit Adrian. He heard a noise from the 5th floor corridor.

Class 10 IPS 1. Classes closest to the stairs and the start of the corridor.

Since he was the upperclassman, everyone looked confused as his feet stepped into the corridor, not so up again. The 5th floor of pure Tantara High School is only inhabited by 10th graders. So it's only natural that things go horribly wrong and focus on Hazel.

"It turns out that Hazel is seen from a handsome deck yes," said one of the tenth-graders.

"Yes! He is the most perfect creation of God!" another friend is serving.

Hazel used to accept such a word.

Demetrius Hazel. All women are willing to do anything to get the heart of the man. No one can deny perfection. It is so dominant and also alluring. He has everything. If you want something, you get it easily. 

Who knew Hazel had a weakness? All approached Hazel, tempted by the treasures of the Demetrius family. The owner of Jakarta's most prestigious private school, the owner of a gold and coal mining company, and nearly a quarter of Jakarta's land rights. 

People think he is the happiest person. In fact, he was just someone who was lonely and had many dark sides.

It was like taking refuge behind his surname, Demetrius. The name that made him like a King, clean without a stain.

"Lo likes my boyfriend?"

His feet stopped right in front of the source of the commotion. All the students in the class are shocked at Hazel's presence and turn their attention towards her. However, Hazel's eyes caught the girl's figure again, Nayara Pratista, sitting on the floor with a look of hatred from the surroundings.

Rara's eyes glazed over as if asking for help.

But, Hazel just stared at Rara in silence. He did not want to fall into that hole again. The hole that kept him from falling. A hole that contains only itself.

Because Rara's condition reminds her of Theresa.

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Sports lesson hours are filled with awkwardness. Della prefers to stay away and join Laras' gang, who are just as scheming as Aldo.

Rara took shelter under the tree alone while waiting for Mr. Zomar to come. He could not even look into the eyes of Alzra who was sitting right on the side.

After the post-rest incident, everyone avoided it, as did Alzra.

Then Hazel came, looked at him for a while, but turned around as if she had seen nothing.

He felt alone again.

"Eh, your head still hurts?" Galih suddenly appears while carrying a tea box and then thrusts it into Rara. "Now, drink first. I know you must be in shock."

"Gue was afraid," she said, sounding like a fragile person. "Gue doesn't want Della to hate me."

"Udah gapapa, later also on forgetting," said Galih, trying to calm his best friend and sit next to him. "Della's not a bad person. He could've known you."

Rara glanced at Della and found out that Della was busy telling stories with Laras' gang. It looks like about the incident. "I think I'm really bad, right?"

"No. They are evil. Those who cannot understand you. Feelings can't be imposed, right?" galih said slowly, making Rara's heart at least calmer. "Gue must be there to help you."

Rara smiled faintly then her head looked up to stare at Galih who was taller than her. "Let's just you, you bald man."

"Yes, good intentions are even ridiculed" Galih said in a dramatic snobbery. "Yaudah, come to the middle of the field, Mr. Zomar bertar again come."

Galih stands up first to give her hand to Rara and Rara welcomes her words. "Thank you, make the time."

A few seconds later, Mr. Zomar came while carrying a handball in his arms. "All lines!"

The students started running from all directions towards the middle of the field. When Rara wanted to march, she was pushed by Laras until the girl almost toppled over. "Okay, if the road be careful dong," hiss Laras hard. "Basar gatel chick."

Again, Rara felt cornered. No one defended him. Alzra was silent too. That guy's mind is really messed up.

Galih replied in annoyance, "Heh, grandma drop by, mouth please take care of ya!"

"Kok being an angry lo anyway?" laras.

"Udah-ud. Who wants to fight, not here! You think this is the place of the hoodlum?" oceh Mr. Zomar is trying to mediate.

"He's first sir!" Hesti, the class leader followed along while pointing at Rara. It's like being infuriated by a bunch of girls in her class.

"It's over!" Mr. Zomar sighed. "We begin the lesson! Once again someone is talking, you guys I'm taking to the BK room!"

Surely the threat made one class silent.

"Okay, I'll be for you in two teams. Aldo and Alzra advance."

The one called his name immediately advanced. No wonder Mr. Zomar chose them because their ability in sports deserves a thumbs up.

"You select one person as the queen, then the discussion to form a group. The winning team will get an extra value. We're gonna play handball."

"YAAAA," all the female students shouted in disappointment as they were lazy to take on a role in the sport. While the men, they only have oh-ria because men do like sports, right?

"Dega, you're the queen." Aldo had clearly chosen Dega as queen because Dega was a core member of the handball sport so he was certainly agile in avoiding attacks.

It was Alzra's turn. All speculated that Alzra would definitely choose Della and appoint her as queen to be protected. But their guess was wrong.

When Della has a look at Alzra and has confidence, Alzra instead decides his views, turning to the girl Della is currently avoiding. "Ara, you're the queen."