Chapter 1

"Oh my God!" The girl's jaw dropped, widened eyes and terrified voice, she surveyed her uniform.

I put my signature smirk. Every student around us, gasped and covered their mouth. Some are cheering me and I feel so motivated as hell especially when I realized the disaster I made to the girl in front of me.

"What the hell did you do to my uniform?! This is fresh from laundry! Why the fvck you spilled something sticky on it!?" She shouted in a frustrated voice.

She's really mad now, I can tell. Her cheeks started to become red, brows furrowed and I can vividly imagine smokes in her nose.

I crossed my arms."I don't care if that trashy uniform of yours was fresh from laundry. You spilled melon shake on my uniform first, I'm just returning the table,"

I have learned to control my emotions in times of this. I shouldn't feel sorry because she deserves it. I'm no saint, hell I will never be.

She looked at me with so much anger."You bitch! The stain I caused to your uniform is far from what you did to me! Look at me! Look at what you did!"

"You deserved it," I said.

Her breathing became rigid, students who are watching us started to go away. I also saw some members of council running towards the dean's office. Whatever. The hell I care. A straw like them can't bring me down.

I turned my gaze at the girl and I'm a bit shocked when she shouted out of her lungs.

"You're going to pay for this!" She was about to pull my hair when the dean appeared.

"Stopppp! What's happening? What do you think you're doing? Go to my office. Now!" The old hag lady shouted in authority.

The girl glared at me, I just shrugged. I bit my lip to control my little laughs. She's just a mood, her sticky look satisfied me. She looked like a burned pancake with drizzles strawberry syrup. She has black skin and I guess the syrup I bought is really that perfect for her.

She's saying some point earlier, what she spilled on my blouse was just a little amount and it's not literally colossal mess. I just want to have fun and make something challenging. Isn't that's what life for? To enjoy and challenge ourselves?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arnaez. But your daughter is doing nothing inside the classroom plus she's causing many troubles in this school! She's definitely a burdensome! That's why I'm expelling her!" The old hag dean finalized.

I looked at her feeling unbothered. I yawned and took a glance at my wristwatch. Ugh, this is entirely boring. I already knew it coming. This is the usual, the normal for me.

Dad gave me a disappointed look before he stood up. He took the papers with all my school records. The dean looked at me the same as my father, I rolled my eyes at her and hers became wide.

"Don't you ever come back to this school again, Arnaez!"

I smirked 'coz I feel like I won the game.

*******

I looked up to the tall and prestigious building in front of me. Dad as expected, enrolled me to another private school. It's always like that whenever I'm making troubles and then, being expelled from my previous schools, he'll immediately find new one. And to be honest, it's frustrating. I'm like this for almost a year now and he's not doing anything about it.

Silly me. Of course he won't do anything about it. He doesn't care about me anyway. He never cared, he only care about his new family.

In short, he's a coward dad.

"Waaahh! My hair! What is this?!" The girl with short hair shierked.

She's taking the bubble gum I put on her straight and shiny hair. While I'm watching her crying in nervousness, her friends went near her to help but they just gasped when they saw what's on her hair.

"Girl, you have a bunch of bubble gum on your hair! What the fuck?"

"Pfft.." I want to laugh hard, I swear.

They are so funny. Tears started to pooled in the corner of her eyes while her friends keeps on looking at me as if they want to ask something but they just couldn't open their mouth. It's currently lunch time and her seat is located first before me. I found her hair interesting so..

"Maybe your seatmate did that to you?" One of her friend said.

"Damn! I'm a good boy! I won't do that to her and I hate bubble gum. Gross!" Her seatmate intruded.

I see, he's also listening to the conversation, huh.

The girl looked at me, as if she's blaming me. I thought she's stupid enough to not realize it. I almost failed.

"Y-you! You did it! You put those on my hair! What is your problem, huh?!"

"My problem? Uhm nothing really. I found your hair interesting. Why so stress? It's made with chemicals, right? Why do you care to something that's unnatural?" I asked, mockingly.

I feel enjoyed more when I saw her tears fell. Finally.

"This is my hair! You shouldn't done that! I love my hair, it's out of your business! I can't remove those.. what will happen to my hair now.." she started sobbing.

Her friends comforted her, some threw me their dagger looks. I rolled my eyes. What a waste of time, I thought they will defend her or do something for her. Gosh, fake friends everywhere.

"Just go cut your hair or I suggest you should practice yourself being bald. I think that look more suits on you." I laughed shortly and left them, being pathetic there.

Ah, so satisfying.

I want them to know that I'm not weak. I want every people around me to know what I'm capable of, that I'm not a girl in distress who's thirsty for love and attention. Fvck love. Fvck attention. Those are fake. A pure illusion.

I used to being stupid before, but not anymore. The people around me are the reason why I created this bad girl.

******

I jumped in shock when Dad slammed his table. All of his papers, documents and other work-related things fell on the floor. I never saw him being this fueled in anger. Maybe I finally pushed his button and cut his patience.

"God, Vanez Amelia! Expelled again?! For the same reason?! What are you really doing in your fucking life?! Are you even planning to live your life? You're not living your life, you're wasting your life in your immature doings! Are you even thinking? I have enrolled you at different schools, hoping you will learn and do right!" He shouted, veins in neck almost came out.

I didn't bow my head, I looked at the window instead, not actually minding him.

"Why are you being like this, huh?" he hissed."Look at me, Vanez! You don't disrespect me in my own place!"

Damn it.

I looked at him, then. I'm emotionless as I gave him my gaze. He's jaw were clenching. I don't feel scared and sorry at all.

"You caused many troubles in every school you entered. Now I'll ask you, do you still want to study and go to school? Or do you just want to stay uneducated already?" He suddenly, asked in grimace.

My fist tightened. He really have that choices for me. He's controlling me again and I hate him for that. He's always like this, ever since.

"Do what you want. I know you. Even there were choices, you will still do what you really want for me," I smiled sarcastically. His lips turned in grim line."Enroll me in another school again. You said I'm just wasting my time in my immature doings then, I must say you are just tiring yourself in controlling my life." I turned my back after and was about to hold the doorknob when he spoke.

"I will enroll you to Clinton High. I hope you do better there, Vanez. You're always disappointing me." He breathed out and the next thing I heard is the sound of his swivel chair.

I took a deep breath before I totally left his room.

I knew it. He won't just stop, he's really determine to control every moment of life. He's kill joy, definitely he is. Can't he just settle down? Can't he realize that what he's doing is tiresome?

Morning came and I don't feel getting up to bed. I was planning to just lay on my bedroom 'til the other day came when a knock on the door pulled my plan in my mind.

"Whatever, Anya. I know what should I do to-fvcking-day." I said to our mayordoma.

She nod her head and accompanied me downstairs. I saw Akira first, my stepsister. Then Innov, my stepbrother. And the last, Sharon, their mother, basically, my stepmother. They are all complete there on dining. I joined without giving them any glance.

"Today, this will be your new school. It's a public type, not the usual. So please, be good this time, Vanez." Dad said when we finally arrived at my new school.

I stared at the simple painted building in front of me. The gate isn't grand. I'm expecting the same appearance and atmosphere!

Public school? What the hell, really?!