Forbidden Heat

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 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.

…

I put an umbrella inside your bag…” an old maid complained in shock when she

ran a hand through my

…

you’ve got good grades too, right?” Zak asked one of

are you asking?” Bryan replied cautiously. Zak never asks these types of questions unless he

it easy so even a dummy would understand,” Zak

right away My Prince” Bryan started to ask but stopped right away as he was

…

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,

…

number one, how does it feel to score top place in the exams all the time?” Bryan teased me as he slapped me on

as always…”

all day today?”

replied dispassionately while glancing at a

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

after all,

…

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