"You can return it Monday, early morning. I''ll be in the schoolyard. You''re alsoing to school early on Monday, right?"


    I was standing still, watching Mason walked away from me until he took a turn and left my line of sight. Then I released a deep, relieved breath.


    I was holding my breath the whole time. That sudden change in Mason''s face shocked me more than it should be. I didn''t expect that Mason could put on such a scary and intimidating face, in contrast to his regr sweet smile.


    I raised my hands, staring at the jacket that he had given just now.


    I gritted my teeth after realizing that I was wearing his jacket. I felt like a hypocrite wearing something from the person I was trying to avoid the whole time.


    Thus I zipped the jacket down, wanting to take it off.


    But the moment I zipped down the jacket, two boys walked in the bathroom direction and saw me. One of them whistled at me andmented, "Wow, nice rack you got there."


    Aftermenting at me with such gross words, theyughed it off and went to the boy''s bathroom. I froze on the spot. I shuddered as my skin turned pale.


    I was reminded of myself in the previous life. There were so many demeaningments like that, and I could do nothing but hide in shame. The boys only looked at me from the neck below, while the girls called me a slut or whore.


    My chest started feeling stuffy, and I couldn''t breathe properly, the same feeling that I got when people began ganging up on me or calling me a whore.


    I subconsciously bent my shoulder and curved my back, so my boobs wouldn''t look too big. And I also zipped the jacket up, as tall as it could be to cover my body.


    Even after so much protection, I still felt exposed to my surrounding. I was afraid that someone would call me a slut, a whore, a bitch.


    After mustering my courage, I rushed through the corridor to the Pottery Club booth. The Club President stared at me with confusion, "Emmelyn, what took you so long—"


    "I have to go now."


    "Eh?!" The Club President stared at me with a face full of questions. But I didn''t have more time. No, I couldn''t do this, at least not now.


    My mind was in a mess. I couldn''t think straight, let alone nning my next move.


    I. Need. To. Leave.


    I grabbed my bag and left immediately.


    After exiting the club building, I went to the parking lot and used my bike. It took me a while to finally feel a bit relieved after I couldn''t see the school building anymore.


    All my bad memories were inside that building, and I vowed that I would be strong enough to defeat them all.


    But this dirty and guilty feeling inside my heart…


    …


    I rushed back to my room and took off Mason''s jacket. I threw it to the ground. So I took a bath immediately.


    They would call me boob-girl, big rack chick, boob bitch, whore, slut, and many more.


    All their callings in the previous life shed in my head like a bunch of bad movie clips.


    I kept rinsing my body. It felt so gross. I felt so gross.


    **


    I calmed down after taking a bath. I wore another ck shirt and sat on the bed.


    My eyes darted at the white jacket on the floor. As much as I hated admitting this, but Mason''s jacket gave me a bit more protection.


    Still, I didn''t like what Mason said to me. He had no right to dictate to me what to do. We didn''t have any rtionship, not even friends.


    -*-


    "You need it. I will never let them stare at you with their lecherous gazes."


    -*-


    I scoffed full of contempt, "So, even that goody-two-shoes guy have the same thought as the rest of them. As expected, high school boys are a bunch of sloppy, horny creatures that don''t know respect."


    Mom told me that I would find a boy or two who would respect me in the future and love me for who I am.


    Yeah, that kind of respectful boy, I doubted it would evere true. It was as far-reaching as having a fairy godmother turning me into Cindere.


    I shook my head. I didn''t want to be the girl who thought of nothing but boys in high school. I had something more important to do.


    I turned on Helena''s phone and then turned on the Bluetooth. I sent few screenshots and two photos that I had prepared from Helena''s phone to myptop.


    I prepared my printer and stocked as many papers as possible. Then I started printing all of them in a big batch. I had to prepare for the downfall of the malicious angel, Kristen Suite.