Just three more blocks and I'm done for the day, I tell to myself as I jog towards home but my knees give away and I stumble over to a bench by the sidewalk and nearly fall down.

'That's what happens when you take a break from your workout for more than a month', my conscience mocks me but I give her the finger and close my eyes.

She is utterly wrong because last month, a cyclone hit our town and it was raining for days. When the sun finally peaked out from the clouds, my monthly visitor showed up herself unannounced, so I had to drown myself in chocolate goodness. The week after, I had exams and I was caught up in the mess in hunting for different colleges and filling out the forms for almost every college in the country. So the next week, I decided that I missed my sleep and I was catching up on my favourite hobby.

'See, I had reasons,' I smirk at my conscience.

'Oh, yeah? How's your ass doing?' My conscience reminds me.

I groan at the memory.

My mom literally kicked me out of my bed where I almost busted my ass. She laughed, apologised and kissed me on the cheek, then shoved me out of the house with my phone and headphones.

I chuckle at the memory.

I belong to that 60% of teenagers who are neither paper thin nor over weight as well, but struggle a lot to loose weight. It's also because we could stay fit and not act like 80 year olds who complain about their back problems, but the major reason is if course the classic one: to loose weight.

Yes, we're all aware of how 'we need to be satisfied in our own bodies and if the others can't agree with us then hell with them.' But let me remind you something; no matter how many times we hear them, we still give in to our insecurities. People always care about what's on the outside more than the inside. Some of them still get bullied only because they are 'fat'. Only because they don't fit into the 'group'. It did not happen to me or to anyone at our school but it is happening around the world. Those pretentious teenagers who think all high and mighty of themselves make sure to remind the other person of how unworthy they are.

But don't worry y'all. Karma is like a boomerang. These bitches and assholes who made you feel miserable will pay for it.

So, I basically belong to the group who doesn't give a shit about what others say but still gives in to her insecurities.

Just in cue, Alessia Cara sings into my ears.

"You don't have to change a thing, the world can change it's heart.
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful"

I feel ya, Alessia.

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As I get out of my car and wave a quick goodbye to Ben, I scan through the parking lot to search for a specific black Honda Civic and I find it immediately.

So he's here.

I stride past a couple of students whose eyes are glued to their phones and I exactly know what they're laughing about. I just need answers on who and why they've done it.

I still have a good forty five minutes before the school is filled with a sea of broody and lazy students which is completely normal 'cause everybody hate Mondays. Hence it is easy for me to search for him through all the empty classrooms. Damn! How many classrooms do we have in our school?!

I ask some of the students that came early who in majority say that they have no idea. I thank them and leave but one of them had the nerve to bring it up.

"Hey, aren't you the girl who's friends wit-"

I turn my head sharply, "Look, Kid, we all know how moody girls can be and I'm not gonna use 'monday' as an excuse to bitch slap you. Do you really wanna mess with me when you know the reason why I'm so hot headed right now?" I raise a threatening eyebrow at him.

My threat works. His shoes squeak on the floor as he runs away and I almost let out a laugh before I'm reminded of my mission and resume my walk.

Finally, I spot him on the soccer field.

The weather is pleasant, the sky above us is blanketed with grey clouds and the cool breeze swims through the open ground. He is sitting on one of the bleachers and scribbling something in his notebook. He is wearing a white t-shirt along with a blue button-up shirt and I halt in my steps to appreciate the raw beauty. His brown hair falls on his forehead and every so often he runs his hand to slide it back upwards.

Gosh, he is breathtaking.

But then I'm snapped into the harsh reality and my nostrils flare at the thought that I have a crush on him.

"Jay Evans!" I shout from the other end of the field and his head perks up immediately. He spots me and points his index finger to himself in question.

As if there's another cute, smart and handsome Jay Evans.

Don't forget evil ass, my conscience tries to reason with me.

I signal him to come over here because he is the person who created the problem in the first place. He stands up from the bleachers and climbs down. This is the first time where I'm not nervous to talk to him.

"Good mor-"

"Explain this!" I don't try to beat around the bush and show him the picture on my phone. I don't miss his 'oh shit I'm caught' expression when he replaces with a blank one within seconds.

So my suspicions were right!

"Yeah, I've seen it too. Is that really yo-"

"Quit stalling. I know it's you who did it. Or maybe it's your friends.What did I ever do to you? And why did you had t-"

"Whoa whoa," Jay stops me, astonished. "How come you know that it was me?"

My heart plummets.

He really did this. I thought maybe his friends were the one behind all this mishap. I was so confident that Jay was not the one behind this. He never holds grudges on anyone. But no-

"Emma!" He shakes my shoulders. I look at him but I can only see a faint image of his face.

I blink back my tears. Whoa! Why the hell did I start to cry? "Sorry. You were saying?"

"Are you alright?" Jay asks me, worry glistening in his eyes. I simply nod and he sighs. "I was asking how did you find out?"

"I recognised your car and I know your number plate." I'm coming off as a crazy stalker but I don't care. "I zoomed in the picture and I figured out it was you." I state with a voice that was polar opposite to the kid I shouted on a while ago.

He sighs deeply and avoid meeting my eyes. He looks in the distance, trying to contemplate something.

Moments later, he tells me something and I feel like air has been sucked into my body again.

"It wasn't me. My friends had done that."

I want to say that I knew that it wasn't him but decide against it. "Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He questions me and I already know the answer.

Revenge.

"But the war is between us and we already threw in the towel. You apologised me even though it wasn't your fault and I apologised to you like a thousand times." I try to reason with him.

"I tried to stop them. Believe me when I say that. But you know how protective friends can be. You already got a bunch of them."

I chuckle at his choice of words despite the situation. He is right. The anger which was there before evaporated quickly after talking to him.

Ah, the perks of talking to the person you're infatuated with!

I try to press my cardigan to my body closer. "They'll listen to you. Please ask them to take it down. No offence, but what they did is kind of lame. What year is it? 2014? Posting it on Facebook? Let me remind your friends another social site called Instagram. Thank God that people aren't using FB as much as they used t-"

I realise what I'm talking about and my palm instantly goes up to cover my mouth before I can blabber anymore. It's his friends that I'm insulting and even a stranger goes nuts if someone insults their best friends.

I try to apologise but he stops me. "I think you've apologised enough. Even though I'm a little mad at you, I'll forgive you. But next time watch it." He gives me friendly warning.

I grin and take his warning into consideration.

"I'll try to talk my friends into taking it down. No promises, but I'll do my best."

I sigh in relief. "I just want it to end. Even though I love to watch drama happen in others' lives, it's polar when it bites back to us. Especially if my friends are involved for no reason."

To be honest, I kind of like a tornado taking place in my life. It makes things interesting. It is entertaining. I sound like a psycho there.

That is until the tornado shacks up the whole place. I look up and question my life. Get overwhelmed that only wrong is happening to me and no one else.

He smiles and looks at me. Just like always, his emerald eyes look through me and I feel an uncomfortable tightness in my stomach. I get lost searching for something in his eyes. They say that eyes are the most dangerous weapon and I couldn't agree more. They make you feel things that you've never experienced before.

Once again, I look away from his intimidating gaze.

It's amazing how few seconds seem to feel like hours.

He walks me back inside to our school like the gentleman he is and I thank him even though it wasn't necessary on his part to walk me back. "Aren't you coming back?" I question him.

He scratches his neck nervously. "Yeah...I have something else to do. I need to talk to my friends."

"Okay," I smile. "Please, Jay. You're the only hope I have now. If it wasn't for you, right now I would be having a heated argument with your friends."

I'm not kidding though. I will really do that.

He laughs and that is becoming my favourite sound day by day. "I know," he agrees and waves goodbye to me. I turn around and turn to a corner but I'm stopped again with Jay calling me.

"Emma?"

"Yeah?" I turn back and see that he's walking towards me. When he reach, I look at him in question.

"Did you...did you really thought that it was me?"

His question catch me off guard. Out of all the things he could've asked, this was not the one I expected.

I shake my head and give him my best reassuring smile. "I never had a doubt that it was you."

And my crush gives me one of his biggest smiles that just lights up my world thousand times more.

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"Someone took down the picture." Zach tells me as he savours my mom's special Chicken Wings. "Why did you get these for us again?"

I bother not to reply to the first one because I already know that they took it down. I met Jay and thanked him once again and told him that I owe it to him. He just brushed it off and walked away.

Kind guys do exist in the real world. We just have to dig deeper and harder.

I sigh. "That's because we girls promised you free food. You lost and you've suffered. So I think you boys deserve the free food."

I almost decide to spill about our prank but Dawn and Sophia wouldn't let me live.

Mason narrows his eyes at me. "What are you hiding, Em?"

Holy cup and saucers! My friends should get themselves recruited in FBI.

"Nothing!" I shake my head frantically. "I feel guilty for the hell we've put you through so I'm just paying it back." It's true though. I really feel guilty for fooling my friends. Yes, I'm pathetic. But it's my friends I'm talking about.

Kevin and my girls join us at our usual table, delivering the news we already know about.

"I mean, why would they even post it just to take it down the very next day. I'm happy though but what changed their mind to do it." Sophia bites on her Chicken piece.

"Maybe Emma happened to them."

I choke on my water and freeze in my spot. I look around the table to see the owner of those words and I only see one person who is glaring at me. And that is Kevin.

"How did you know?" I ask him. There's no reason to lie so I might just steer into the dirt.

"Dylan Bennet told me," he keeps his eyes on me.

"Dylan Bennet? As in Jay Evans' best friend?" Sophia queries and turns her head at me in disbelief.

"Wait. Jay was the reason behind this fiasco?" Mason questions.

"No!" I jump to defend him. "He didn't do it. His friends did it."

"That means...you spoke to him?" Dawn asks me. I avoid the others and just nod.

Dawn is the only person I've told that it was Jay and his friends.

Last night, while I was ready to drift off to dreamland, my phone was beeping continuously on my night stand. I was ready to turn off my phone but I stopped when I saw it was from our group chat. I opened and read the messages only to leave me shell shocked. I logged it to my Facebook page and there it was. My friends- Kevin, Mason and Zach looking worse than clowns and crossing the street. The picture also shows Sophia who is right beside her boyfriend but only her side is visible. Dawn and I are nowhere to be found in the picture.

So we were up and discussing about the consequences. I did my own research. I zoomed in the picture and I was admiring all the small details about the boys' dress up. As I was sliding to the left, I saw a faint image of a black Honda Civic and I was immediately triggered with familiarity. I checked the number plate and I started freaking out. I screenshot-ed it and sent it to Dawn to see if my eyes were playing tricks and she confirmed it that they were not. She called me and we discussed about how we won't be telling it to anyone and that I will deal with it.

Although my first wish didn't come true.

"Dylan came to me. He said that I better thank the 'klutz' I'm friends with." He keeps a calm face and I'm ready to witness his outburst.

I signal him to go on.

"Why didn't you tell us?!"

"Because I didn't want to make a big deal out of this. They were being unreasonable. If I let you guys know, what makes you so sure that you guys wouldn't get back at them?!" I bite back in anger.

His eyes soften. "We won't do it, Emma," I quirk my eyebrow at him and he chuckles.

"Wait, so that's the reason behind your free food?" Zach asks.

"What free food?" Dawn and Sophia ask simultaneously.

Well......

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"C'mon, Ben! We have WiFi in our home as well. I wanna go home."

"I know that! Just another 10 minutes and I'll be done. Please," he begs.

I give up. "5 minutes," I tell him and walk out of the Computer Lab. I slide down to the floor and take out my phone and go through it aimlessly.

"Yo, Adams!"

I don't look at the person because I know that they are calling my brother. What's the deal with the boys calling each other with their last names?

A pair of legs approach to my side. I look up and my eyes widen.

"Dylan?!" What does he have to do with my brother.

"Are you deaf or something? I called out for you and the halls are empty as well," he insults me and stretches his hand out for me to get up.

So he's half a decent guy.

I take it and push myself up. "Thank you for taking it down, I really appreciate it," I answer him, ignoring his insult.

He simply nods. "About that," he tells me and I smell something fishy.

I narrow my eyes. "What?"

"Jay manipulated us in taking it down and we made sure that no one else has it saved in their galleries. And by we-I mean Jay and me. Jo and Nat are still angry at us for taking it down but don't worry about that either. They'll eventually come around," he assures me.

I'm impressed. Like really really impressed. "You have no idea how much it means to me, Dylan. Thank you so much."

He shrugs. "So....I heard that owe a favour to Jay," he starts and I suspect something.

"And?" I press further.

"You need to do this or else the picture goes up again," he warns me.

"Just cut to the chase," I snap at him.

His lips quiver up at the corner. "I want your friend, Dawn, to go on a date with me."

No author's note. Too lazy to blabber.