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023| 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

~H A N N I E L~

"...I don't really attend school every day. It's safe to say that I'm not a normal high schooler." She smiled. "But, I love my career and sometimes when I look back at all the things I've accomplished, the people whom have supported me especially my best friend, then I feel like yes..."

Hassan was focusing so intently on the reality show he was watching. The girl in the video whom was speaking was the famous model whom I rarely saw, even though she attended our school. And you could just guess who she was. Our Hassan's crush; Amyra Mirza Abdelnour.

"You know she's older than you, right?" I raised my brows at Hassan who shot me a weird look immediately.

"Haven't you heard of 'age is just a number'? My guy, I'm not obsessed with her-"

"You are." I interrupted, giving him a deadpan look.

"Okay maybe I am," he admitted with a shy look. "But look at her!" He exclaimed suddenly. "She's all literally stardust, moon dust, golden dust, angelesque, ethereal... aba, why will I not love her?"

It had reached the stage of love?

Wow.

He went back to his video and continued watching, "...I love reading. That's the one thing I can never get tired of." She chuckled, covering her mouth after she did so. "Asides from that, em... I think I like running, well I'm good at it."

"Okay, okay, that's okay." I snatched Hassan's phone from him. "Find something else to do than to binge watch Life of HER."

"Is it your business?" He snapped. I was taken aback and from the corner of my eye, I saw Ameenah smirk while pressing her phone. Dabirah was quietly eating her hamburger and I was sort of curious as to why she wasn't being her usual self.

"It's better for you to leave Hassan when it comes to Senior Amyra. He gets really cranky if you interfere in anything that he's doing that has to do with her. Babo."

I stared at Ameenah confusedly, "oh, that's Korean for silly." She explained.

I think it was safe to say my friends were weird.

~

Lunch break had been long over and two periods had gone by. Komisola was nowhere to be seen during those periods.

Normally, I would just come to the conclusion that she was in the Leisure Room whenever she wasn't in class but that was only during free periods.

Once the automatic bell rang, after the teacher had left, I dashed out of class to go look for her.

Something was quite suspicious.

That was how my search for Komisola began.

My first guess was the Leisure Room and what met my eyes was the worst, most horrible and frightening scene.

Komisola was being bullied.

And I was witnessing it firsthand.

Three guys surrounded her, two at her back and one at her front, he was tall, really, really tall and dark. His eyes were dark and they shone with a look of amusement and entertainment. He towered over Komisola easily, grinning at her as he held his phone up, rotated sideways and playing a video.

Komisola looked away, body clearly shaking and trembling and she sounded like she was crying.

"Come on," the tall guy cooed and used her finger to tilt her chin, "why won't you look at it? Disgusted by your own self?" He taunted her, voice filled with mockery and laughter.

"Your brother, Davies, used to act like he was higher than us! He was a star student, so? I got held back and he graduated, so? Everyone loved him but did they know his dirty secrets?" He leaned forward and forced Komisola to look at him. "Your brother dealt with drugs just like me, yet he was the son of the owner of a big church. He acted like he was better at the game than I was."

"He acted so high and mighty, but I finally brought down His Highness and God, was I so happy to have this video."

"Senior Abel, please leave me alone," Komisola pathetically pleaded. I felt my heart shatter into tiny pieces like a fragile glass at the sight of her whimpering, cowering in fear.

I decided to open the door gently and everyone of them were too engrossed to even notice me enter.

"Leave you alone, keh? I can't leave you, sweetheart." The tall guy traced Komisola's face and then cupped it. "I've been telling you. I want to have a taste of you too. I could kiss you senseless right now or we could go extreme. You could choose one of my guys here, for a threesome. I know you'll like that. Girls like you are always feisty and dangerous, I know."

What kind of stupid, senseless, disgusting, shameless, irritating creature was this? How could he sexualize someone this way?

While my blood boiled, I didn't expect Komisola to do what she did next. She literally kicked the guy where the sun never shined and turned around to escape.

"Shit!" He cussed. "Are you guys dumb?! Run after her!"

Komisola was almost where I stood, when she saw me and froze in her tracks. I cussed myself for my appearance because the two guys were able to get her.

"Leave her alone." I stepped forward and held her hand, to which she yanked out of mine.

"Hanniel, what are you doing here? Go away," she scowled at me, sending a warning that didn't affect me.

In a flash, the first thing I received was a blow to my nose.

My precious face, are you kidding?

It didn't feel as painful as it seemed, but my nose started bleeding as a result and it felt like a bone in my nose had cracked. A headache also shot through my head at the same time, relieving itself just to leave a throbbing pain.

"Ow," I brought my hand to my nose and wiped the blood away.

The tall guy from earlier while clutching his nether region grabbed Komisola and gave her a loud slap.

"What the-?!" My eyes widened and I lunged forward to attack him. The two guys held me back but I struggled to get out of their tight grip and guess what, they held me back again.

And then in horror, I watched as the tall guy brought out a scissors from his fannypack and began to cut Komisola's hoodie and her shirt.

I don't want to talk about what happened after that.

Shit really went down.

Needless to say.