Saiiah is a 17year-old girl. She’s smart, beautiful, and her life is almost perfect. But despite all of that, there is something about hershe’s dyslexic. Her father died when she was very young, and her mother works abroad to support her financial needs. Now, she lives with her aunt.
One day, Saiiah gets enrolled in a luxurious school. At first, everything is fine, but later on, things start to get worse when a guy named Sebastian enrolls in the school.
“Sebastian, give me that!!!” I screamed his name out of anger.
He stared at me as if I were a mouse trapped by a lion.
He dropped my phone on the ground, causing it to break, then walked away without a word. Seeing my phone shattered on the floor made me cry. I immediately picked it up and was about to follow him, but my friend grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Kiyo, let me go!” I cried.
He hugged me and patted my head before looking at me.
“Saiiah, let him do what he wants. You’ll be expelled this time if you’ve had enough of him,” he said with a mix of concern and fear.
I gently pushed him away to break the hug.
“Oh, so I’m just supposed to let him bully me while I suffer?” I said to myself, then wiped the tears from my eyes.
I almost got expelled before because I punched his face, and the principal herself saw it along with his mother. I nearly got expelled, but luckily, Kiyo’s father, one of the owners of the school, took my side. I didn’t get expelled, but I was given a last warning not to hurt the Prime Minister’s son.
“I understand that you care about me and don’t want me to get expelled again, but he’s hurting me. How can I always let that happen?” I said, my eyes filled with anger and bitterness.
“Kiyo, I have feelings too,” I cried into his chest.
He hugged me tightly and let me cry, speaking in a calm voice.
“I’ll find a way so that you and Sebastian won’t be in the same classroom anymore.”
Those were his last words before he led me into the library.
“Kiyo, what are we even doing here?” I asked as he dragged me inside. He didn’t answer, but from his actions, it was clear stop asking and just follow me.
He seriously brought me into the library knowing that I’m dyslexic. Like, are you kidding me?
Is he mocking me? He knows I’m dyslexic, and he brings me here? What a racist.
“You know that I’m dyslexic?” I stopped and looked at him.
“Are you joking with me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Argh, just come with me. I’m not the kind of guy who plays jokes,” he said, glancing at me before turning around.
He walked a few steps ahead, then suddenly stopped between the tall shelves. I almost bumped into his back.
“Kiyo, seriously” I started, but he turned around and gently placed his finger over his lips.
“Shh.”
I frowned. “Why are you acting like this is some secret mission?”
He ignored my question and pulled out a chair near a corner table, far from everyone else. The library was quiet too quiet. The smell of old books made my head ache.
“Kiyo, you know I hate this place,” I muttered. “All these letters just mess with my head.” I said really pissed off.
“I know,” he said softly, sitting across from me. “That’s exactly why we’re here.”
I stared at him. “That makes zero sense.” I rolled my eyes at him.
He reached into his bag and pulled out something unexpected not a book, but a tablet and a pair of earphones. He slid them toward me.
“I talked to the librarian,” he continued. “You don’t have to read anything. You can listen. Audiobooks. Recorded lessons. No one will bother you here.” He wink at me before leaving me frozen.
“You… did that?” I asked quietly.
He nodded. “You always say the library makes you feel stupid. I wanted to change that.”
My chest tightened. I looked away, biting my lip. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he replied. “And about Sebastian…” His jaw clenched. “I won’t let him hurt you again.”
Before I could respond, a familiar presence made the air feel heavy.
Slow footsteps. Expensive shoes.
I looked up and there he was.
Sebastian stood a few meters away, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on me. Not angry. Not smug.
Curious.
