Chapter 2: The Bully and The Man

I arrived at school 20 minutes early, thanks to Priscilla. Unlike other people, I don't have much friends who will wait for me here at school because I don't like fake people who approach me for 'connection'. I know lots of students here in the university owned by the family of my cousin's wife but I cannot bring myself to call them friends because they are not. I encountered girls my age being nice to me because I am rich and they wanted me to marry their brothers or cousins. It's nice to have many friends but with the wrong reason, no. I don't want to engage with that kind of fakery.

However, I found one and she's the purest yet the loudest person ever. She's my brother's fianceé and they fell in love during the arrangement. Actually, she became my friend before being my brother's fianceé and I know how she hated my brother at their first date. Their story inspired me.

"MAUREEN!" Here she is. I look behind me and saw her running on her high heels. She told me that it was her talent, running on high stilletos. If I believe that I should be simple at school, my bestfriend slash my other half thinks otherwise. She believes that she should stand out and choose to wear clothes that she bought abroad.

"You don't have to shout my name, Keyla" I told her when she's beside me. Everyone looked at us not only because we are Maureen and Keyla but because of her loud and high pitch voice.

She clung her arms on mine and rolled her eyes "Will you hear me if I call your name like," then she soften her voice ". . .Maureen".

I covered my mouth with my hand before laughing then I noticed our height difference. We are both wearing shoes with heels but my eye level is only on her shoulders. Why is she blessed with height and I'm not?

Keyla started telling stories. She never ran out of one and when she started talking even if there's a professor, she won't stop. She said that she doesn't want to forget what she will say and she needs to let it out.

We are in the middle of talking on how my brother lose on a bowling match with her when I noticed a girl surrounded by a group of immature and spoiled brats volleyball players. I stopped walking and watched them. Keyla stopped also and paused on talking.

"Why? What's the problem?" She asked when maybe she noticed that I looked a little annoyed. These volleyball players have watched mean girls so much that they adapted it into real life.

"They are doing it again" I answer and Keyla followed my stare.

"OMG! The tiny brained ugly gremlins are bullying someone again" I don't know where she get that terms but I smiled at her before removing her arms around mine.

"NO! You will get involved again, Maureen!" She tried to stopped me but I pulled my arms and walked near them.

We are college already and bullying should be stopped. We are not on high school anymore! If I see this and turned blind eye then I am not different from these bullies. They are on a very secluded part of the campus but good thing Keyla and I use this way to go to our classroom instead of the other one where lot of students take.

When I walked near them, I saw the girl crying while her head is lowered. She's wearing only a loose white shirt, jeans and white shoes. Her bag was on the hand of one of the volleyball players.

"What are you guys doing?" I got their attention by saying that. I heard the sound of Keyla's heels behind me.

One of them got shocked when she recognized who I am. Jemimah, one of the meanest person I know, raised her eyebrows at me.

"You? What are you doing here again? Acting like a hero?" She said the last part sarcastically which earned a laughter from her peers.

I ignored her and walked near the girl, I put her behind me and Keyla hugged her like she's protecting her. "Give me her bag" I asked her calmly, reaching out my hand for the bag. The girl who looked shocked earlier, was about to give it to me when someone slapped my hands away.

"Ouch!" I bit my lip when I felt how painful my hand is.

"Why are you giving it to her?" Jemimah shouted angrily at the girl and then glared at me.

I don't want to waste my time and fight so I ignored her glare and turned my back at them to look at the girl they are bullying, "I'm just gonna buy you a new one, let's go!" I gave her a soft smile to make her feel safe around me. Keyla is holding her arms and we're about to leave when someone pulled my hair.

"Maureen! Oh my god!" I heard Keyla shouting when Jemimah pulled my hair. I am born in a family where I have my own bodyguards that protect me so I don't know how to fight. I only tried to remove her grip on my hair.

"Hey, stop!" Keyla continued to scream trying to help but Jemimah is a low class girl who immaturely pulled my hair as if she can hurt me. Well, she did, but wait till her hands get off me. I am my family's princess and they will not go silent with this.

It's really painful so I started tearing up. I think I lost a lot of hair before it stopped. Keyla quickly hugged me and wiped my tears, "It's okay, I'm here" then she kissed my forehead. She also tried to fix my hair but I stopped her because it hurts.

This is the very first time someone did this to me. I'll promise that she'll not get away with this!

I tried to looked at Jemimah but she was on the floor, holding her butt maybe because it was painful. In front of her was a guy standing tall at around six feet.

"I'm sorry" his voice is low and deep, very manly while offering his hand to Jemimah. His back was facing me so I can't see his face.

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