The car brought the blond-haired girl and her gang off. I got up, tidied up, and dusted my school uniform. The slap imprinted on my face remained painful. I grimaced. My cheek must have been red now. I assumed that my short talk to Kevin this morning had rendered jealousy in that girl’s heart. It made me sneer. The fact that the girl, Angeline, would do anything to be with the guy she and others thought was the coolest in the school made me chuckle.

I picked up my bag on the ground and strode. What Angeline had done to me today would never be able to provoke me. I...