Next day Emma got ready. She wore a large button up shirt and tight high waist jeans, the idea of tucking her shirt in felt appealing but the mocking and hooting of being called fatty didn't let her proceed with her idea so she let the shirt stay as it was.

Making herself a strong coffee with toast and fried. She ate her food in silence. The reason she had time to eat breakfast was because Connor came in the early morning to meet her as his flight was in an hour. They both cried and he instructed how to be cautious all the time and many more safety tips.

After that he left and she didn't felt like sleeping so she just lay on her bed and cried her heart out but she was strong enough to compose herself. She took a fresh bath and changed.

Now she was eating her lunch and decided to call Connor but then realised he must be on the plane and won't be able to talk.

Finishing up her food she prepared a pasta for herself in lunch and filled up her lunchbox and placed it in her bag.

After washing the dishes she checked herself one last time in the mirror before wearing a large manly coat covered her hair and wore cap. She needs to be more precautious and Connor wasn't there for anymore. He was so far away now.

Locking up her door she walked fast towards the bus stop. Once inside the bus she breathed deeply and sat on her usual seat. Third last near the window.

For the first time in these last two years she was worried more about someone else rather than her bullies. What an excellent change in her life.

Alas!

Once she reached at the gates of Horace Mann she took a deep breath and with a new determination to face all the hurdles, she walked inside with new confidence.

Sadly once she passed the parking lot her way was blocked by none other than Landon Salazar.

"Not so fast fatty." He mused standing tall in front of her but Emma didn't backed down.

"What do you want Landon?" She asked in a bored tone, absolutely ecstatic at her own confidence.

Good going Emma.

His brows shot up in slight shock and then a wicked smirk appeared on his face. His chocolatey eyes shining with mirth. He do look handsome but sadly his personality stinks.

"Oh my. You can talk." He mused and shook his head with a smile. Was she joking? No!

"I can. Now if you can excuse me." She said sternly and tried to walk past him but he blocked her way again.

"What's the rush?" He asked while wiggling his brows.

Though Landon was of her age but due to his utterly ridiculous performance in academics he got failed, TWICE! So he was still in his freshman year. Not even his money was able to promote him.

Sometimes she wanted to laugh at him in mockery but he could literally make her life hell so she restrained herself.

"I'm getting late for my class." She gritted out politely but he got the hint.

"Don't be so bitter fatty." He said lowly.

"Don't call me that." Emma said seriously, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Then what do you want me to call you? Hippo?" He laughed at his own words making her confidence to stumble but she maintained calm posture and again tried to walk past him but he didn't let her.

"Hippo sounds better than fatty don't you think?" He laughed making her crying at his words. Here he was making fun of her not knowing that how much his words hurts her and affects her self esteem.

"Hurting someone makes you happy?" Emma asked almost brokenly making Landon go speechless. His expressions changed from happy to dark.

"Maybe!" He muttered bitterly and walked away from there.

Emma stared at his retreating back with disappointment. No matter how much she tried to keep her mood happy, something would always ruin her day.

Walking up to the lockers she took out the books of her first period and placed all other books inside.

Students roamed around the hallways chitchatting while she walked alone to her first class. The reason nobody becomes her friend was because of Jack, Veronica and Landon.

Nobody wants to get in their bad list. As if they were Gods! Bloody idiots!

First class wasn't tiring, second class was fine but third class was boring. Finally it was break time and she was glad to reach her sacred place.

Once in the class, she cleaned the place where she has to sit with the tissue paper and she settled down near the window, taking out her lunch box she started having her lunch while her brain recalled her meeting with sir Colt in the park. It was so awkward.

Veronica's threat was still loud and clear in her head. Not only that, she didn't like what sir Colt did last time in his office.

No!

She was not going to his office again. She can learn maths from YouTube videos but she can't be in his presence.

After lunch she went to the class. It was maths class. She quietly sat on her seat which sir made her sit on.

Within a minute sir Colt walked in and paused in his footing for a brief second and then he walked in and stood in the middle as everyone greeted him.

She didn't look up but can literally feel his sharp gaze digging holes in her head. What has done? Can't he let her be in peace and teach like a professional teacher.

He started his lecture and she only looked up when his back was towards the class.

The class ended and Emma was the first to leave the class and went straight to her last class.

Her mind conjured up all the reasons she could give to sir for not taking his extra class personally in his office.

With blank head she decided to be straightforward. She'll talk to him today.

"I'm simply going to tell him that I cannot take those office tutoring lessons of his because I don't feel comfortable..... Yeah this would do hopefully."

Little did she know...