People would often choose to track the newest scandals rather than having an interest in their lives, it was like they quenched their thirst by watching others suffer. On one condition, that they needed to be insensitive in order to attack based on what they heard and certainly not what they saw in the fake newspapers.

I was one of their preys at school, after the whole riot happened and I hid behind Levy like the weak soul I was, Mr. Teddy apologized on behalf of his spoilt students because Levy warned him if they didn't stop accusing us and bullying us, Mr. Teddy would be cut off financially and the whole school would close after we graduated.

I was still disappointed in myself for being fragile and letting everything affect me. Some people would think that I would be fearless after I carried a gun and participated in one of the biggest deals, shot three times and traveled to California, but it was the opposite.

A fragile heart, an easy target.

We returned to our usual classes and nobody uttered one word about us after the announcement Mr. Teddy made in every class. I was somewhat lucky, if Levy's parents didn't save us from that situation, I would have been even more disheartened.

It was all in the world of a social elite: the fame, the support, the rumor mill and the scandals. It was all linked to each other and since Levy and I had always been the hot topic in school without our willingness, they had been around us like bees.

The students of Oregon High were adamant about getting Levy. It was a cliché, where the girls had always pined for the popular bad boy, Levy, and the boys pined for the popular social butterfly, me.

The amount of bad attention influenced me at first but then I had grown used to it when I met Levy and found out that he went to the same school I was in.

They would give us a belittling look only to instantly turn their heads to the front when Levy scowled at them beside me.

Mr. Smith droned on about how to find to create rhymes in the poetry and how to give meaning to them. I found myself playing with Levy's fingers under the table with a daydreaming face.

I squeezed Levy's hand in alert as my eyes misted and I felt like I wanted to cry. The hasty daze that managed to capture me as my body shook and my eyes glistened with tears.

"Little Lia, you coward, you couldn't finish what you started," mom lifted my head up until she smacked me in the face again as I gasped for air.

"You always seem to hide behind that protective boyfriend of yours," she observed with a sinister smile with her ongoing smacks.

I whimpered. "Please, leave me alone!"

All I could hear was her dark laughter until she disappeared into thin air.

"Shh, baby, you're okay now," Levy said as he stroked my hair and the whole class widened their eyes around our seats with an aggravated Mr. Smith.

"She's fine, everyone, go back to your seats," he announced as the commotion in the room decreased. Everyone knew not to get on Mr. Smith's bad side. He was a hot-tempered man.

My sweat trickled down my forehead when I struggled to breathe due to the triggering hallucination. It was like I could never get better anymore, I was fully traumatized and tainted by the ghosts of my past.

I wiped my sweat with a tissue Levy offered me from his bag and the students remained eyeing me from time to time in wonder.

The revision continued until the class ended and Levy's arms comforted me some more before we stood up to leave. Mr. Smith stopped us with a cold expression.

"If you are going to continue to pretend that you have a tantrum problem, then never attend my class," he snapped and I flinched at the harsh tone of his voice.

"She wasn't acting like anything," Levy defended with a steely voice when he stepped forward to face Mr. Smith head to head.

The poetry teacher seemed to be insulted by Levy's challenge when he glared at Levy. "How dare you step in front of me?" he acknowledged the fact that Levy was taller than him but he tried to act intimidating.

"It's okay Levy, let us go." I diverted the topic and caught his hand, dragging him behind me. I didn't want to add any more drama.

The accusation kept the tremors of fear spread inside of me like contagious flames. "You are killers!" came from a girl in our class called July Aspen. I knew her because I stole her boyfriend from her, well, he never loved her even but before I came to this school, she tried her hardest to hook up with him and I couldn't blame her.

With pale skin and a rebellious nose piercing, she was a gorgeous girl. Anyone would date her and she captured Levy's attention, they were originally childhood best friends that were destined and all that jazz. It didn't last long before Levy broke it off with her because he found me.

On the other side, she wasn't a good person either. She was a problematic girl that itched for a fight. She had extreme skills of taunting me by blaming me for things I didn't do like 'enchanting' her boyfriend and casually threw tough acclimation at me from time to time.

She managed to do a good job because the whole ride back home after our last class, her accusation was still raw in my mind and triggered the hallucination back.

Reputations could be good instantly returning to bad or vice versa. It was like moths to flames, deeply attracting the scandals to influenced students.

The moment we stopped in front of the crazy center, the emergency truck was wailing with alarms.

We both stood still when we watched Dr. Alana's body on a stretcher that went into the truck.