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Summary
Saoirse used to hate the quiet, fat and bespectacled boy who was always loning it out in the corner of their classroom back in her kiddy days. As such, she'd do anything to make fun of him publicly, more so when everyone finds out that he used to like her although she was the beauty and he was the beast. Until he disappeared and was never seen again.
Fast forward to 5 years later. Saoirse is now no longer popular, is scarred and hated for her face she had burnt in a fire several years back. When a new hot student in appears in her class as the boy she had stepped called Yvon so long ago, she starts to uncover threads of the lost past she had so strongly tried to bury before.
Saoirse hated, hated, hated the chubby boy with glasses although he had done nothing to harm her. His face was just...annoying. And the most menacing thing was that he had been in the same class with her ever since kindergarten.
His name was Yvon, and he used to sit with her during her kindy days. At first she was sweet to him like she was to everyone else, but very soon her princessy habits began to tell her that his quiet smile and shy expression was no match for her drop-dead looks. The perpetual compliments from the adults and all her other friends changed her mindset into one of a vain and attention-seeking little brat.
She hated it, even more so when her preschool teacher liked to match them up together.
Yvon was, in reality, a very harmless and silent little boy. Every morning he'd arrive at class in their elementary school wearing knee-high socks and sit at the reading corner to read a book. His fair hair would be neatly combed to the side and tucked behind his ear and he talked to noone. He was basically very shy.
All was going well until the year-end drama in their sixth grade of their elementary when everyone found out that Yvon liked Miss Mini Queenka, Saoirse. After that life had been worse, Saoirse had made sure of that. She just couldn't stand the fact that the ugly little piece of dirt was fancying her.
After that, Yvon had disappeared - left, they said, for Israel with his father who was moving onto the oil business.
It should have ended there, but...
Five years later and he reappears again?
Saoirse could not believe it. But she was adamant. As she stared at the dashing new student sitting across her at the table with all the preps of the class, she was certain that -that fair hair and the little whorl at the back of his head - it definitely belonged to Yvon.
Only Yvon wasn't the mousey little kid no longer. He had grown so much; Without the baby fat, he was lanky and slightly built; tanned, also. His hair looked like it had been chopped away but not in an unfashionable manner in the way it brilliantly fell before his forehead. Even from a distance Saoirse could not overlook his toned muscles and broad shoulders.
He - changed.
She stared at him defiantly, but he would not look at her. Five minutes ago while he was introducing himself to the class, Saoirse was quite sure that he had deliberately avoided her eyes.
But would he even recgonise her - like this?
If the Saoirse he remembered as his ex-bully was pretty, cute and petite, then she was no longer. The fire had robbed her of her flawless complexion and left scars all over her charred face. Her hair, too, had lost its lusciousness and hung like dry straw from the scalp of her head. She was a shadow of her former self. And because of that, she was rejected from the group. People distanced themselves from her, only the quiet ones would pass her an occasional smile. But other than that, Saoirse was really getting a hard dose of her own medicine getting jeered at by her former clique for her outward appearance. Gradually her self-esteem dropped, and she shunned away from her social life. She became a shell; a lonewolf.
She hung her head and continued staring at her Chemistry notebook.
Did he come back to laugh at her...? All the more so. She told herself that she was crazy that her heart was beating so fast for Yvon now that he could get back at her.
Oh fate. How I hate you.
Why hasn't he gone home yet...?? She looked at her watch. It had been half an hour since the last bell rang.
"Hey," He said, waving at her.
She bit her lip and widened her eyes. Is he talking to me? She looked around, there was nobody. Oh my goodness, he is.
"H-hello," She replied shakily, trying to avoid his eyes.
He snickered. He sounded so different and - alien. The Yvon Saoirse remembered from years back had a high-pitched voice, nothing like the deep one he was talking in now. "I thought you would continue ignoring me like what happened last time," He never took his eyes off her.
Saoirse felt like digging a hole and climbing into it. He was really digging into the wounds, now that she was so much more inferior to him.
"Nah," She shook her head. "I was childish last time, I mean, we've grown up right?"
"Maybe," Yvon shrugged his shoulders and finally looked away. "But uh-" He pointed at her face. "What, happened to you?"
Saoirse wrestled her bag nervously, her heart thumping madly from Yvon's electrifying glare. There was no escape, not after he turned up here once more. "I was caught in a fire," She said slowly in a small voice, keeping her head down.
"Ooowh," Yvon made a taunting sort of sound. "I see. That's…sad, Saoirse, isn't it?"
Saoirse bit her lower lip and kept silent, not knowing how to respond. Why, oh, why did the tables have to turn in this direction?!
"That's sad," Yvon got up from his chair and made clucking sounds with his tongue. "Really, really sad,"
Saoirse looked up with tears in her eyes to see Yvon walking out of the classroom with his bag on his right shoulder without a back glance.
It was wrong of her to have been so mean, but, did the payback have to be so bad...? She lay her head on the table dejectedly and sniffed a little, wiping her eyes every now and then.