Chapter 1

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ I walked carefully around the campus, praying that I would make it to the classroom. However, as usual. There was that familiar look. I used to think that college life would be wonderful, but the reality is that I'm living in hell. Because I've been surrounded by a demon. No matter where I go, no matter how hard I try to avoid him. He always found me, like he was always waiting for me on the road I had to take. "Hey, fat pig.” Magee yelled, as usual, using his nickname for me. I can't count the number of nicknames he's called me. I pretended not to hear him and walked on faster and with my head down until he was in front of me. He's 6 '1 "and I'm 5' 1". So I had to look up at him. He had a toothpick in his mouth and looked at me from head to toe with his blue eyes.” Where are you going? " he asked in a puzzled voice. "He said, running his right hand through his black hair. His hair looked shiny with health. He wore a white shirt and a blue tie that hung loosely around his collar. I have to admit that he is handsome. He is the most handsome boy I have ever seen. But this is the kind of boy who has been bullying me. "Classroom, of course, stupid.” I replied impatiently, impatient to get away from him, I was going to be late. But as I was about to walk past him, he grabbed me by the arm and pinned me against a nearby wall. That's what he used to do to me. Maybe he had some kind of obsession with the wall. "Oh? I thought you were going to a nightclub dressed like that.” He deliberately raises his voice, and all his friends behind him laugh, except Terry. Terry should be Magee's best friend. They spend a lot of time together. Terry is the only person who hasn't bullied me, although he hasn't stopped his best friend from bullying me. Why does he always judge my clothes? Today I'm wearing a white T-shirt and a red hip wrap skirt that reaches my mid-thigh. I haven't worn this dress in a long time. It was loose-fitting, but now the dress wraps tightly around my hips, outlining my curves and exposing my spindly legs. But I don't see anything wrong with it. Just as I was about to retort, he continued, "Are you lonely again? Would you like your brothers to play with you? "I sensed a hint of anger in his voice and wondered if I was imagining it. His friends around him laughed again, their laughter tinged with desire. What did he mean by "again"? When did I let him know I was lonely? I don't want to ask him for answers. He has too many childish behaviors. I'm not going to pay any attention to him. I tried with all my might to push him away, but I couldn't get him to move an inch. Magee seemed to shiver when MY hand touched his chest. His breathing became rapid and his breath blew into my face. He held my chin and lifted my head. I see Magee's hairy black hair falling on his forehead, and his eyes are squinting dangerously at me, and I can't help but feel his eyes softer than before. But that tenderness soon vanished, replaced by disgust. Magee's voluptuous lips whipped up an ironic smile as he croaked: "That dress just makes you look fat. Fat ass.” The people around laughed even more boldly.” Ha, ha, ha, ha, fat ass.” My ass is a little plump, but far from fat. Magee raised his eyebrows as he listened to the laughter around him. He seemed pleased with the result. Sometimes I think, won't he think it's embarrassing and humiliating to always bully me in front of so many people as a girl? Obviously, he doesn't feel that way, and Magee seems to be enjoying the process. Anger flared in my heart. I took a deep breath and prepared to fight back.