4 Peeking at a Loser's Life

'The University of Jardin has a wide range of additional majors and classes. No wonder that The Jardin had been the most favourite university in the city of Handway. Here, there are ten interesting majors such as management, art which was divided into four (acting, musical, dance, and visual), architecture, interior design, animation, computer & networking, cooking & culinary, fashion design, civil engineering, and broadcasting.

Not just has so many choices of majors, but this University also has diverse additional classes like drama, ballet, salsa, modern dance, taekwondo, judo, karate, swimming, automotive, rock climbing, basketball, football, and baseball. With twin magnificent buildings and a large open area, many facilities are provided such as cafeterias which are available in every building, an international standard library, GYM, swimming pool, four outdoor fields, two indoor fields, labs, studios, gardens, conference hall, and theatres.'

Emma sat alone on quiet garden stairs, reading a city magazine about her university. She nodded unconsciously, occasionally reaching into the salt-flavoured potato chips package that had accompanied her from the beginning. Even though she had already been a student in this university, Emma was still curious about what kind of university she was currently in.

'This university is interesting too. Even though the facilities are not comparable to my previous campus, the additional majors and classes look fun. What important is.. there's ballet! ' She smiled widely while staring at the photo of the ballet class with several girls practising, which was printed on the page of the magazine.

Brughhh !! A sound startled Emma, ​​she was immediately looked around looking for where the sound was coming from.

Krackkkk !!

"What is that?" She immediately got up on her feet. And tidied up her bag in a rush before trying to listen carefully with her ears again.

Emma could vaguely hear some noises coming from the warehouse-like building not too far from the garden. 'Emma' , it wouldn't be her name if she wasn't filled with curiosity. Without any hesitation, she stepped slowly towards the white and blue building and peeked through a window beside the closed door.

Emma saw three men standing with their backs facing the window. They appeared to be bullying something ... or someone who curled up on the floor. Their laughter blared as their feet were kicking the poor guy. Emma clenched her fists, growling. 'Why the f*ck do they do that?'

"Give me the money! I know you have more than this. Don't let us check all into your underwear." Threatening one of the men with a black sweater.

"Why are you even keeping silent? Do you really want us to do it? You want us to release your d*ck into the sky, huh ?!" Asked one of the men with arms full covered with tattoos, followed by the laughter of the others.

It seemed that the poor guy had already been affected by the damn brats' threat, he finally took off his belt and reached into his jeans.

"Shit! Did you put it right there for real? You disgusting monkey!" Exclaimed the guy with the shortest hair, before he threw a strong kick at the poor guy's belly.

"Ark !!" Shrieked the guy in pain.

"I.. I put it here because this is my last money.." He said, breathlessly in pain.

Another guy with tattooed arms and a hip hop hat, squatting down to see the poor guy's face clearly. Between his index and middle fingers stuck a cigarette that had run out half. He inhaled the cigarette and blew the smoke into the guy's face, making him cough a little.

"Then, your task for tomorrow is to ask your rich daddy for more money, dummy. Because tomorrow will be the day we have to deposit to our boss." He smirked sinisterly.

The other tattooed guy immediately snatched the money that the poor guy had taken out of his pants. Even though they were insulted the guy in disgust, they still took the money. After all, their behaviour was far more disgusting.

After counting the money for a while, the smoking guy threw his lit cigarette butt over the guy's head. Then they laughed as they walked away.

"You f*cking bastard! I didn't know there were still kids in this univ who messed around like a middle schooler!" Emma muttered.

Even though her hands and feet were itching to break the bones of the thugs, she was still thinking about her future and goals. She had committed that she would not be involved in this kind of situation again.

After making sure that the surrounding area was safe, Emma sneaked into the warehouse where the garden tools were stored. She wanted to help the poor guy who was been bullied earlier.

The room was dark with minimal lighting that only came from the windows. Emma also didn't know where the light switch was. But she could barely see the figure of a guy who was still curled up, sitting on the floor leaning on a pile of wooden boxes that filled with plant fertilizer.

"Hello.. Are you all right?" Emma asked slowly as she stepped closer. But the guy didn't answer. His face was not visible because of the shadow.

"Are you hurt? Want me to take you to the clinic?" She asked again, getting closer. Even though she didn't really know where the campus clinic was.

"Go away." The guy said in pain voice. He tried to get up even though he fell again, then coughed while holding his stomach which had previously been the target of the bastard's kicks.

Emma immediately helped him to sit up. At that moment she could see the guy's face clearly, that two familiar blue eyes.

"Roger?"

The guy's blue eyes stare at Emma's face in surprise. 'How did this girl find me here?'

"Roger! Are you all right?!" The girl immediately managed to help him stand up. Surprised, her true power instantly appeared unconsciously because of the adrenalin.

"Don't mind me. You'll get into trouble if you do. Please go away!" Roger let go of Emma's grip and limped toward the door.

Emma followed behind him, not listening at all. Apart from being worried, she was also curious about the matter the guy had told her. 'What kind of problem was he referring to?'

"Why would they do that to you? Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you fight them?" She chased him all the way out the door. Roger's condition looked so pathetic.

"Hey! I'm talking to you.." She grabbed Roger's shoulder.

Then that guy turned angrily. His face looked annoyed, but also looked like he wanted to cry.

"Because I'm a loser! I'm weak. Are you satisfied now?" He said quickly. His jaw tightened, then he turned around again.

"Don't mind me. We are living in a different class." He continued his word, before walking away, leaving Emma standing in frozen.

'Was I wrong?' The girl thought to herself. All this time, she never had any good friends. Due to lack of association, her ability to understand other people's feelings was also less than the average person. when other people could immediately realize how the other person was feeling, it was a different case for Emma, ​​she need to think a bit harder and longer to do that.

Emma realized she shouldn't have chased and pushed Roger like that. 'Roger's body and pride must be hurt right now. Moreover, he is a man. To the point of having to admit openly that he is a loser in front of Emma who is a woman. That guy must be feeling at his very low point. Because she was too powerful all this time, Emma never knew how was the feeling to stand in the loser's shoes.'

"I have to apologize to him later," Emma muttered to herself.

She walked languidly while sighing over and over again as if the weight of the whole world was piled on her shoulders. Unexpectedly, trying to live a normal life turned out to be this hard.

'Either being normal is hard, or is this place actually not normal?' Thought Emma.

'I don't care!' Emma shook her head in annoyance. She didn't want to give up at the beginning like this. 'This isn't the Emma she knew. Emma is an unyielding and ambitious girl since a kid. She should be able to overcome this kind of obstacle very easily.'

"Okay..! Now I have to go to the ballet class! Don't forget what you came here for, Emma!" She said as lightly slapped her cheeks.