He slapped ber

Chapter 4

Charity POV

“Thank you,” the young girl who was about the same age as me whispered after she changed her dress. I was glad I brought a spare dress to the school for no purpose actually. Glad it really helped.

“It’s fine. Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?” I asked her as I checked her body for any damage, but she shook her head.

“I’m fine…” she replied to me, and I nodded my head.

“You should be careful here in the school. I think they are all bullies, so you have to stay out of trouble,” I offered her a piece of advice before I turned to leave, but she stopped me.

“You should be careful… they are dangerous, and can hurt you. You shouldn’t have gotten yourself involved. Now, they won't stop haunting you,” she uttered as she held her gaze low, probably feeling guilty.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t feel bad about it. I am also a scholarship student, which means that they were going to bully me even though I didn’t get involved,” I patted her shoulder before I turned and walked away, without even bothering to ask her about her name. Who knows, maybe she is not even a fresher like myself.

As I stepped into my class a few minutes later, I greeted the teacher before I walked over to sit in my chair, avoiding whispers from the jobless students. How time flies, the first class was finally over, and soon, we were left in the class by ourselves.

“Hey, scholarship student!” I heard a feminine voice, and I raised my gaze to find a girl of almost the same age as me, glaring down at me. She had her red hair packed in a tight bun, her thick eyebrows were cute, and her pair of ocean blue eyes pierced into mine as if she was going to devour me, and it didn’t look like I care about that, anyway. I quickly recognized her to be the rumored school bad bitch queen bee or whatever they called her. Heard her name is Xee.

“Charity is the name. How may I help you?” I said to her sarcastically, and she scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

“Does it look like I care about your name, huh? Fuck your name, bitch! Do you think you are a superwoman now?” she scoffed, obviously angry.

“I am not wearing a superwoman costume. I hope that answers your question?” I smirked at her before I turned my gaze away.

“I’m about to study. If you have spare time, you should work on improving your grade,” I further said before I turned my gaze away, and I heard her scoff. Hearing her retreating footsteps, I concluded that she must be gone, and when I turned my head back, I saw her sitting at the back, as she glared hard at me.

As I revised what our teacher just taught us, the sound of the thick footsteps in the classroom made me raise my gaze, and I knotted my eyebrows when I found the girl from earlier walked in. I had no idea she was my classmate.

“Hi!” she smiled at me as she sat beside me, and I slowly nodded my head. I guess she's my deskmate.

“Are you in this class?” curiosity spurred through me, and I just couldn’t stop myself from asking, and nodding her head was the answer I needed.

“I’m glad we are in the same class,” she whispered, and I slowly nodded my head.

“Lowlife church rats!”

“Smelly things,”

“They are both low-class rags, they should be friends. I can't just wait for Chase to throw them out of the school. That will be the biggest day of my life,” hearing their disgusting words was getting me pissed because I grew up with the principle of never allowing someone to say shit to me, but I wasn’t going to react to them, not until they mentioned my name.

“I’m sorry I got you involved in the mess,” the girl whom I still haven't known her name whispered. I guess she didn’t want people to hear her talk. I have always hated cowards, but in this case, I couldn’t blame her. I guess she was just scared of getting expelled.

“It’s fine,” I replied to her since it didn’t seem like she was going to stop talking anytime soon.

"Uhm... By the way, my name is Enny Connor, and I'm eighteen years old, turning nineteen in May 15. You?" The girl asked me as she beamed with smiles.

"I'm Charity, same age, same birthday date," It's really weird how we shared the same age and birthday, but that didn't matter, right? I mean, it could just be a coincidence.

"Wow! We share the same birthday," She uttered excitedly, and I slowly nodded my head. I didn't really see anything that should make her excited about this. Well, it wasn't my business anyway.

After a few hours of being in class with different teachers coming to teach us, it was finally lunch break, and I left to go eat in the canteen which was located within the school.

The place was already filled up by the time I arrived, so I joined the queue. It didn’t seem like it was going to get to my turn, but it did, eventually, and soon, I was served my food. I turned to go get somewhere to sit, but I tripped upon something, or should I say someone’s leg? Well, I fell flat on my stomach with the food spilling on the ground.

“Leave Denver’s high school. The school is not for paupers like you!” the girl that just made me trip uttered as she came to stand in front of me.

“It seems like she’s never going to learn her lessons. Just leave now while we are being nice,” another voice uttered, and the next thing I heard was roars, which only meant that The K5 were here. I could hear thick footsteps drawing closer to me, and I finally managed to stand up to my feet, but someone hit my leg from behind unaware to me, ending me roughly on my knees, and I felt my kneecap make a sound as an excruciating pain spread through my body. The pain was so much that I couldn't hold back the tears that dropped from my eyes.

“Are those tears I’m seeing?” I quickly recognized the voice to be Chase’s, so I raised my gaze to find him squatting in front of me while having a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t alone as usual, but with the rest of the members. I felt my blood boiling in rage, waves of anger sparked through me, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I glared at him, the urge to pounce on him surged through me, but my knee was numb and it felt like there was no blood there anymore.

“Don’t you think you should leave before it gets tougher?” he asked calmly, and I scoffed.

“You might need the so-called therapist to fix you up when I’m done with you here. So are you going to choose to stay here, or do you want to see the ugly side of Chase?” he asked as he held my chin tightly, but I slapped his hand off.

“You don't look fierce enough… I think you should try harder next time when you want to threaten someone, especially when it’s someone like me,” I replied to him between gritted teeth as I managed to stand up to my feet, enduring the pain that kept trying to consume me.

“How dare you!” he yelled at the top of his voice as he grabbed my hand roughly, pulling me back as I attempted to walk away.

“How dare you, bitch!” he yelled at the top of his voice, and trust me, slapping me was the abominable thing he shouldn’t have ever tried. I have zero tolerance for bullshits, and this bastard just made the biggest mistake of his life by slapping me…