Forbidden Heat

Chapter 82: Guardian Angel

Hello Monday. I hate you and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too. I opened my locker while

jumping a little to the side to avoid whatever was going to pop out of it today. Today nothing popped out

but there were loads of condoms inside my locker along with a note saying “Whore!!!”. Well, I guess

this isn’t the worst Monday that I’ve had. Where can I donate condoms…?

…

By the second semester, people started getting used to the fact that I will probably be a permanent Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

member of the school. Therefore, instead of ignoring me as they did before, they started to approach

me directly with their comments. Saying rude things to my face became a thing. Destroying my

belongings became more common and extended beyond my locker to my gym clothes and shoes, my

bag, my food, my books, my homework and whatever else they could get their hands on while I was

away or not looking.

The teachers decided not to interfere or decided that it was not worth it for them to risk their jobs to

protect this one girl. I guess going up against daughters and sons of many powerful and wealthy family

to protect one girl from getting bullied was not part of their job description and honestly, I did not blame

them at all. After almost a year of being in this situation, I had gotten used to it and didn’t get my hopes

up that someone would save me.

Throughout it all, I never directly met or spoke a single word to Zak at school. I ran into him at some

family event or when Lucien dragged me over to Zak’s mansion to see his older sister, Madame

Francesca. Even then, we didn’t say anything to each other except from formal greetings. I was

relieved that things turned out this way. Having absolutely no interaction with Zak is the best solution

for my situation. If the other found out that I had any interaction with Zak, the bullying will certainly get

worst.

Then my mother passed away. I didn’t have to go to school for a week as I dealt with my mother’s

funeral and my own grief. When I returned, things went from worst to even worst. For some reason

being a gold digger’s daughter was bad but being a gold digger’s daughter with a dead mother was

worst. Perhaps they believed that since my mother was dead, Lucien would have no reason to keep

me around anymore. Whatever the reason was, the bullying got worst. It became confrontational both

verbally and physically.

…

It’s raining so hard today and of all the days, it had to rain today when I had after school duties. It’s late

now, I bet everyone has gone home. I stopped at my locker, just as expected, those people stole my

umbrella again. It’s a walk away to the car…should I just run for it? No other choice, I guess…

I grabbed my bag and walked towards the exit. The school was deserted by now and probably only the

guards are left at the entrance gates. I stood at the exit as I looked out at the pouring rain. It doesn’t

seem like it will stop very soon at this rate, it will probably pour all night. I need to make a run for it.

Then I saw it from the corner of my eye. An umbrella? Leaning against one of the pillars was a black

umbrella. There really are small miracles in this world after all. It’s ok if I take it right? I promise that I

will return it tomorrow. Phew! I didn’t know the school had umbrellas we could borrow.

…

“Master Zak! Why are you all drenched? I put an umbrella inside your bag…” an old maid complained

in shock when she saw me.

“I lost it,” I replied curtly as I walked past her. I ran a hand through my soaked hair. It’s cold, I need a

warm bath. This sucks…but better me than her…

…

“Bryan, you’ve got good grades too, right?” Zak asked one of his best buddies.

“Yea…you know I’m second only to you. Why are you asking?” Bryan replied cautiously. Zak never

asks these types of questions unless he needed something.

“Prep some study guides for all subjects for Grade 9. Make it easy so even a dummy would

understand,” Zak replied with his princely smile.

“Why…Yup, right away My Prince” Bryan started to ask but stopped right away as he was met with

narrowed golden eyes.

…

Monday came again, not like any of the other days were better. My grades are terrible because I can

hardly concentrate in class. I wonder if I’ll be able to graduate at this rate. I opened my locker while

jumping away a little to avoid any potential crisis. Nothing popped out today, phew! Huh? They’re so

many notebooks in here. I’m pretty sure these are not mine; they seem to be study guides and notes.

‘Study guide for a dummy,’ said a small sticky note. I looked around quickly but there was no one there.

Who put these here?

…

“Yo, mister number one, how does it feel to score top place in the exams all the time?” Bryan teased

me as he slapped me on my back.

“Same as always…” I replied.

“Then why have you been smiling absent-mindedly all day today?” Bryan asked. This guy can be too

observant sometimes.

“It’s nothing,” I replied dispassionately while glancing at a certain name in the top ten on the

scoreboard.

“Oh my god! The Fake Princess made it to the top ten of the class? Is this for real?!? She was failing at

almost every subject before though…” a girl exclaimed followed by other students making similar

comments.

I guess I was right. Natalia is not stupid after all, I thought as I walked off with Bryan.

…

“Ahhhhhh!!! Stop…pulling my hair!” I screamed as one of my classmates pulled on my hair. I struggled

against the other two girls holding my arms. These girls are crazy! It hurts!

“Hit her! Just don’t hit her face…we don’t want anyone to find out,” another girl instructed as the others

started to hit my body.

I tried to struggle and kick them back but there was a limit to what I could do against four other girls. I

should have been able to avoid this, I knew it was a bad idea to enter the changing room when they

were still inside. How do I get out of this now? Should I just pretend to faint? Will they leave then?

**Ring Ring Ring!!!**

What just happened? There’s water everywhere and the alarms are ringing so loud. The sprinkler and

the fire alarm are on? Is there a fire?

“Shit! There’s a fire right now?!” one of my captives shouted in a panic.

“Let’s get out of here! Just leave the Fake Princess here!” the other replied as she shoved me to the

ground.

Wow…such good timing. If there’s really a fire, that fire probably saved me this time.

…

“Prince, how many times do I need to tell you, you can’t smoke in school! Do you know how much I’ll

be yelled at for allowing you to smoke? No, right? Because they never dare yell at you, so they yell at

me instead!” Bryan complained non-stop when he saw me smoking openly in the school’s corridor.

“Good luck, Bryan,” I replied with the cigarette still between my lips. I tapped him on the shoulder as I

walked away.

I guess it’s not hard to tip the smoke detector when you’re actually smoking…

--To be continued…