CHAPTER 11

Hiragawa Makino's POV:

Wow~ Did I just see that happen right in front of my eyes?! I was actually smirking non-stop then. I couldn't believe someone left Kimura Akane just like that, in front of so many people. Now she'll go ballistic. No one resists Kimura Akane's charm, EVER. And this is the first time THAT actually happened. Okay, did I just beam wider? Haha.

"Did he just?! And with that... Ugh! What is happening here?!" I heard her exclaim frustrated. I was about to hop away smiling when she looked at me, eyebrows meeting in anger.

"You're a great teacher, Hiragawa... Your student already knows how to flirt now. Clap~ Clap~" she spat at me, her hands raised and clapping as if to mock me.

"That's to be expected, she's one big time b**ch~ Just like her Momma." one of Akane's face-painted-Christmas-tree-dressed sidekick's said.

"Oh yeah~ Now she's making that creep her apprentice, such a pair!" sidekick number two said looking down at me. She's quite tall yet so skinny; she looked nothing more than a toothpick. I stifled a laugh with that thought, this caused Kimura and her flirt-team raise their brows at me.

"Girls, I don't want to deal with... lowly creatures. Excuse me." she said, exiting. Well, that is normal. Kimura Akane really isn't THAT bad. Her tongue might have been exported from hell but she doesn't like bullying. She just leaves after saying something... A BIT mean? I sighed.

I'm in great trouble now... I thought. Kimura might not like bullying or physically hurting people. BUT her sidekicks does, without her knowing, LOVE looking down on others and they LOVE making you feel looked down on. They on the other hand had all--their body, mind, and soul--seem like it was delivered straight from the demon king's hand himself.

When Kimura already entered the classroom, her four overly painted and colored sidekicks dragged me with them, causing the papers on my hand to fall and mess up the floor.

"You're gonna have it now, sl** princess!" said one of them.

I've been used to this since our freshmen year that I don't feel anything at all when they hurt me. Besides, some of what they're saying is actually true anyway.

I didn't know when we got there, but when they pushed me down on the ground I figured we were already at the back of the school building. Away from the eyes of many.

I sighed and stood up; I looked at the four girls standing in front of me with their eyes narrowing on my whole being, their lips curved in a mischievous grin, and their knuckles cracking as if getting ready to hit me. After dragging my eyes to look at each one of them, I breathed in and closed my eyes.

I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.

I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.

I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.

I kept on repeating those words on my mind, awaiting their hands that'll touch my face in a strong impact like how it had always been.

"Look, she's ready~" said one girl in a sing-song voice.

"Let me go first!" said another; I could even hear her footsteps as she closed in on me.

*SLAP*

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