Chapter 67: Bullying

It wasn’t that I wasn’t afraid. To be honest, ever since my mouth was covered earlier, my knees had been trembling uncontrollably. This was not the first time I had received treatment like this. At my previous schools, I had often become a target of bullying.

The reasons were always the same, either because my family background was considered poor and therefore I was deemed unworthy of associating with them, or because I was seen as being too aggressive in attracting the attention of the men they desired.

However, they would never be able to subdue me easily. I always had a thousand ways to retaliate against everything they did to me.

Farah stepped forward, then roughly lifted my chin. “I heard you managed to go on a date with Kevan?”

“Why? Are you jealous because you can’t be like me?” I threw her a mocking smile. “Kevan seems to prefer someone natural rather than someone overly made up like you.”

Farah slammed my face roughly. A second later, she yanked my hair backward until my head was forced to tilt up.

“Ah!” I screamed loudly. The crown of my head throbbed violently. The pain was unbearable.

“What did you just say? Jealous?” She pulled my hair even harder, doubling the pain in my head. “I would never stoop to being jealous of a poor girl like you. Just so you know, your status is far below Kevan’s. So don’t act flirtatious. You’re not worthy of standing beside Kevan. The only one worthy of him is me!”

“Is the mirror in your house broken, Farah?” one of her friends retorted with a sneer. “This girl doesn’t even have money to buy proper powder. How could Kevan possibly be serious about her?”

“Maybe she’s using a love potion, Farah. Just look at her eyes, so shameless,” another chimed in.

I took a deep breath, trying to control myself. Fighting back directly right now would be pointless. All this time I had been trying to free my hands from the grip of the annoying man behind me, but my efforts always failed.

I must not let my emotions get the better of me. I had to stay calm and go along with the flow of the game.

The best approach right now was to provoke her anger while looking for an opening to strike back.

“Is that so? If I’m not worthy, then why would Kevan want to date me? Maybe Kevan isn’t interested in an arrogant girl like you, Farah.”

Farah’s eyes bulged sharply as she glared at me. Meanwhile, her friends continued to provoke her to keep torturing me.

“Just finish her off, Farah! She already dared to insult you!” they shouted.

“You really have a death wish, don’t you? I won’t let you go. I’ll torture you until you beg me for mercy,” Farah said, growing more enraged.

“I’m not afraid. You all hear me, I’m not afraid!”

“Impressive. In a situation like this, you still dare to challenge me? You really do have some nerve,” Farah said, turning to one of her followers. At that moment, she got what she wanted, a plastic cup filled with orange juice. “Oh, I think you need a shower so you’ll look pretty in front of Kevan later.”

“Come on, drink this with your skin!” Farah mocked, laughing slyly.

Farah poured the orange juice right over my head. I tried to struggle, but my hands were pressed down even harder until I could not move. I could only turn my head to avoid it, but the liquid still soaked me.

Their laughter burst out instantly. They looked like they were thoroughly enjoying my suffering. A sticky, cold sensation spread from my hair to my scalp, then slid down and stained my school uniform.

“Oops, it all spilled, huh? What a pity, your uniform looks even more disgusting now,” said one of the wavy-haired girls.

Damn it! This stain would definitely be very hard to clean.

“So, what is it? Give up, or do you still want to fight me?”

“You coward!”

SLAP!

Farah slapped me very hard. A burning sensation immediately spread across my cheek. Damn it, how dare she touch my face.

“Never call me a coward!” she yelled furiously.

Already a coward, yet unwilling to admit it. Idiot.

“You are a coward. You only dare to gang up on people. What is this? One against six? Are the three of you not capable of facing me on your own that you have to ask for help from guys?” I shot a sharp look at the two boys not far from me. “And you too, willingly becoming the lackeys of this crazy woman. Do you have no self-respect at all?”

SLAP!!

Farah slapped me again, this time much harder. A stinging pain spread instantly. I tasted salt in my mouth. The slap split the corner of my lips and made it bleed.

Farah stepped back a few paces to enjoy my condition. She twirled the ends of her hair while laughing loudly, which was then met with the laughter of her other friends.

I stared at her sharply. “You dare slap me again? Bastard! I will get back at you, I will kill you. Let me go! You coward, Farah!”

“You insolent junior. Address me properly!”

“You are not worthy of respect. You deserve to be called a slut!”

“What did you say?!” Farah screamed hysterically, her face turning bright red.

“I said you’re a slut. What are you going to do about it? Come here if you dare! Come closer and prove you have guts without anyone else’s help!”

She looked at me with a shocked expression, then approached me again. When she stood right in front of me and was about to slap me once more, I kicked her shin with all my strength first. She staggered and bent over, groaning and screaming in pain. I saw her other friends rush to help her.

“Damn it! My leg! Hold her! Don’t let her get away!” Farah shouted in pain.

I sneered cruelly. This was only the beginning of my revenge.

“Do you have another way to torture this girl, Farah?” asked the leader of the group of boys while tightening his grip on my hands. “She’s starting to make my arms sore from struggling so much. Her strength is like a horse.”

Damn bastard.

The more I struggled, the more my arms ached and cramped.

The boy’s question made Farah straighten up immediately. She tried to calm herself, then smiled crookedly.

“Of course there is. I won’t let her go home with a peaceful heart,” she answered coldly.

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