Unhealthy

"Madeleine fucking Jade Mackenzie!"

A woman with a very high pitch screamed my beautiful name across the hallway. The class was done, and the tourism class was over.

I brushed my high ponytail hairstyle using my new glimmering well polished nails, flipping it so sexy, flaunting it before turning my face to see the bitch who called my name.

"Yes?" I raised my brows at her, placing my right hand on my chest, making a cute gesture as if I was shocked.

"So you are that popular bitch who stole my boyfriend, huh?"

"Yea?" I agreed, maintaining my poise. "I am popular...and I am a bitch."

"Hah," the woman replied sarcastically. "What a shame Justin chose a fake bitch over me. This is disgusting."

"This bitch that you were calling disgusting right now?" I licked my lip gloss a little, showing off my kissable lips apart in front of her. "Is the kind of beauty that your boyfriend admires."

"You suck!" The blonde girl screamed, getting hysterical. People are staring at her but I chose to push my chest out, looking at her under my nose.

"I didn't steal your boyfriend, no," I swipe my fingers in the air. "He was the first one who likes me, and now you calling me thief for stealing your boyfriend when you didn't call him a cheater for having feelings over me? Can't you see the difference?" I stared at her from head to toe, flipping my fake eyelashes.

The woman went raged when I teased about her beauty and fashion statement using my doll eyes.

"I know why! Because you're a proud bitch!" She started to run towards me to hit my face but I didn't even move a single muscle because I know what will happen next.

"Woah, back off!"

One friend of mine, Aubrey, immediately get in between us and pushed the poor woman. She scratched her face and in return, the woman hit back. They ended up having a cat fight while I was all standing there, Gucci bag still hanging on front of my elbow.

I pout at the idea that the woman ended up being a mess without touching me. I looked down at her name tag after Aubrey pushed her to the floor.

"Don't you dare lay a finger to the most popular cheerleader of this university, you mid-level slut," Aubrey smirked after winning the fight. Audience were all around us, but no one's stopping her. Why? First, because they know that Aubrey is a fighter. Second, there was basically me.

My eyes went narrowed when I realized that she was a management student. That's where I started thinking at the back of my mind if I really dated a guy at that department.

Gosh, truth is, I've dated so many guys that I even forgot their names. What did she mentioned? Justin? I can't even remember one!

I have this manner where I slant my head a little, letting my straight platinum blonde hair fall longer at one side, one brow raised, bragging off how my jaw line was so perfect, people thought that I am Ariana Grande's identical twin, which is, come on, nothing to be shocked something that is normal to me already. And people hate me for being so beautiful whenever I did that.

"Heather...Watsons?" I read her name. "Come hit me next time if what you really think is my fault. I ain't the bitch here if your sweet boyfriend chose to cheat on you, maybe because you were this violent?" I raised my tone in the last word so high, I'm pretty sure she hates how it sounded.

"Act according to your level of beauty," I rolled my eyes at her then started walking out. "Let's go, Aubrey."

People murmured at the scandal, cameras were on, filming us, but I don't mind. At this department, we take scandal as our breakfast.

"You'll regret this," Heather threatened.

"Yeah, sure," I pout, totally bored at her.

"No, you'll regret this!" She stood up and before I could even turn my head, Heather was able to regain herself and pulled my hair the best she can.

"Ugh! Bitch!—" I flinched at her immense strength. My hands automatically defend at her attack but she was totally different compare to before. I could literally feel her anger the way she drag me down!

"Oh my gosh!" Aubrey went surprised. I was expecting for a back up but I cannot see what's happening. My head is literally spinning, and I'm losing my poise!

"Oh my gosh, Jade!" I heard Aubrey squealed but no one's getting in between.

"What the freak, don't just shout! Help me!" I cried, trying to grip at my Gucci, as I find a way to hit Heather with it.

But there was no response.

"Aubrey!"

"It's Alec!"

"What?!"

"Alec Iverson!" She hissed.

My thoughts were torn between saving my Gucci bag or using it to get Heather's filthy hands off me, versus avoiding her hands to tear my earrings off. Ugh, long hair makes someone sexy but this is such a disadvantage to fight like this!

"Who?!"

"Alec's coming!" That's where I realize that Aubrey's scream wasn't about Heather fighting back, but because someone is approaching towards us!

I gasped, trying to find the guy she was referring to the crowd—while someone is pulling my hair. Imagine that!

My eyes searched for Aubrey, as I noticed that she was giving me a signal; pointing at Lite, then mouthing a word, 'do something!'

I was so desperate to translate what she's trying to say to me while fighting back. Even though I cannot take a closer look, the Alec guy that Aubrey was talking was so goddamn perfect that it left me distracted he'll find me unattractive forever if he'll see me in this first-impression situation.

I had no choice. I want to caught his attention, as well as to get off this bitch's hand off me.

"Oh my gosh, Jade!"

So I fake my fall to the ground.

Right at the moment where he was only inches away from me.

My body landed on the floor gracefully, making sure my long legs were perfectly arranged in front of him, while the back of my hand was on my forehead as if I was striking a pose.

The guy stopped from walking, knowing that I block his way.

But what made me surprised is something that I never experienced in my life.

He didn't even stare at me!

I gasped. I had never encountered a man in my life that didn't had a spark of interest to stare at me. Not even with this sexy position! How dare him!

Alec's jaw was moving a little, that's where I noticed that he was in a bad mood. I don't know what happened but his vibe was so manly...and hard rock, it leaves everyone in the hallway intimidated with his presence, including me.

There was a long awkward silence among the crowd. He didn't even bow down to stare back as I was stuck at his features. That left me embarrassed, because everyone thinks that he would help me, which turns out pretty opposite.

"O-ouch..." I tried to initiate again, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

Just another round of silence.

Until he decided to open his mouth.

"Unhealthy."

"H-huh?"

"You're psychologically unhealthy," Alec repeated.

His words left me dumbfounded. First, because I was distracted at his husky voice, and how handsome this guy is, second, I don't know wat does he mean by psychologically unhealthy. He speaks science.

My mouth was literally open, completely shocked from what just happened. And just like that, he move from the other side and then passed over me, leaving me lying on the ground, without receiving any form of help.

The crowd started to murmur, some brave unpopular girls even dared to chuckle and laughed at my most embarrassing situation, that's why I glared at them, only to find out that Heather wasn't in the hallway anymore.

Ugh, that bitch.

"Oh my gosh, you okay, Jade?" Aubrey offered a hand but I rolled my eyes at her, ranting how ineffective her suggestion to me was.

"Bitch please," I groaned after I was able to stood up, while my eyes were still following some traces of Alec until he disappeared.

"What is his name again?"

"He's Lite Alec Iverson," she whispered.

My eyes went narrowed. "Name's familiar," I said, still shaking off the leftover dust in my skirt.

"Of course, he's part of the Heartthrob Guild."

"Bitch, I'm friends with Chace, but I never heard about him."

"Chace is the prince charming of Heartthrob Guild and no students of SNU doesn't know about him."

"And him?"

She laughed. "You really don't know Alec exist at Heartthrob Guild?"

"With that manner? Bitch please."

"You should know, he's literally a walking gold, in two sides. One is money, and one is appearance." Then she daydreamed. "Dang. People gave him this title, 'The wealth of Central City.'"

My mouth went slightly opened. That's what I always do whenever I get a little bit excited for some reason. "Wealth of what?"

"Uhuh, literally the Central City," she nodded, "and his friends? Often called him Sherlock Holmes of SNU."

"What?!"

She gasped. "You really have no idea this golden smart guy exist, do you?"

"I have no idea guys like him is rude." I rolled my eyes. Gold or not, I hate him.

"At least you agree he's handsome."

That made me blushed. Ugh, that's one thing my mind cannot deny. He is, handsome. And I hate it even more, because he feels like out of reach. I feel challenged!

"I won't let any girls, and guys, embarrassed this well-loved popular face, you know me," I wait for Aubrey to agree. "So he'll regret this...he'll regret ignoring this beauty."

"What do you plan to do?"

"Just like Heather said," I exhaled, composing myself. "He'll regret this."