Prelude

"Can you give this to Lyanna?" a voice sounded beside me, pink envelope outstretched, blocking my eyes of reading the content of my book.

My gaze that's been focused on my book slowly look upward and saw a face that shows arrogance and impatience, just like the voice when he spoke about favor, sounding more like a command that needed to be followed.

"Busy." I uttered coldly, lowering my eyes to continue reading my book, slapping his hand first after analyzing that the man had no merit or so whatever to even waste my time with.

Without even looking, I can already tell how his face turned red to purple in embarrassment and anger.

"How rude of you, I'm talking to you because I didn't see Lyanna to give this letter personally, and you dare act like that? You should be thankful that someone like me spare a time to even exchange words with you."

Why most men say the same damn thing in different words? All with being thankful for their attention. How inflamed their ego must be to think that they're like gold for others to scramble to them?

"I'll be thankful if you roll out of my sight, thank you." Glimpsing at his abstract face, my mouth opened to slid out a harsh remark.

I sighed. My mouth, really. Even I can't control myself, opening my mouth before thinking if my words is heavy to other people ears. But anyway, I said thank you. It's polite and it lessens my rudeness.

I heard the guy choked. "Y-Yo..." His voice is trembling, obviously out of frustration.

"Lucky you I don't hit women! I don't want to waste time with you any longer, no name."

"Lucky is me..." I whispered sarcastically as the sound of shoes walking sounded in my ears. After a minute, the guy disappeared out my sight to my relief.

Out of ten in one week this almost happen every three days of my life. An unknown guy would walk towards me, give a pink or red envelopes, with others giving gifts and chocolates, ordering me to pass it to Lyanna—my best friend, the pretty one.

It's not even exaggerated to say that they are ordering me. No politeness, they command like it's my duty to pass their message. Like I'm some kind of messengers ready at their service anytime anywhere.

One time when my bladder is about to run rampant, I was sprinting to the comfort room just to be ambush by some weirdo who demanded to know the whereabouts of my friend. Talk about obsessed. They are scary as heck, not romantic as depicted in novels.

And that no name-calling. The first time I heard someone called me that, it really hit me hard, almost crying out of doubt of my own character.

My mind whirled of negative thoughts in weeks because of that. Continues am I that really uninteresting, unforgettable, invisible, for people to not know my name? I'm not overreacting as those who called me no name has been my classmate since the first grade and even some is my neighbors.

My mood is now soured because of the arrogant jerk. I put down my book and exhaled a breath, massaging my temple in irritation. Can this even stop? I can't rest and study peacefully because of them.

Shaking my head, I shooed away any pessimistic thoughts and just bagged my things that's on the table before slinging it to my shoulder

Time to go to class and meet my lovely best friend that's been absent for a whole morning.

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