Alphas Girl

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L E A V E

(n.) to cause to remain as a trace or aftereffect

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One year ago

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"HEY PARIS Fatter, " a couple boys smirked as they walked past the brunette, hitting her shoulder and snickering. She ignored them and dragged her hoodie farther down to cover her face and tightened the straps of her backpack, increasing her pace.

After today, they're going to regret ever bullying her.

"Hey, babe!" the brunette couldn't help but smile a little at her best friend's voice, the gorgeous Bleu Ivy.

Long, wavy golden locks that she had dyed silver over the break fell in perfect careless waves around her slim shoulders. Her tan made her look more alive, and made those silver-blue eyes pop with a bat of those long lashes. Her jawline was on point, her nose perfect, her lips luscious. She wore a black sleeveless crop-top, her toned abs showing. Her long, tanned legs were bare thanks to the ripped cut-off shorts she wore.

Stunning was an understatement for the famous Bleu Ivy.

Now their school of course had a dresscode. But no teacher ever really called Bleu Ivy out. She was nice to everyone, excelled in her studies, her parents sponsored the school, and she never caused any trouble. Most of the time, they let her go with whatever she wore or chose to ignore it. Bias.

She smiled her pearly whites at Paris, then moved to give her a hug that left Paris wheezing for breath. She would have hugged her back just as hard, if it weren't for the boys' echoing taunts still in her mind. So instead, she managed a small, "Hi."

Bleu cocked a perfect eyebrow as she pulled back to look at her. "What's with the shy Paris today?" She frowned, noticing the look of chagrin in her best friend's face. She cupped Paris' chin in her hand and lifted her head to meet her eyes.

"You were bullied again." It was a statement and Paris hung her head, not even denying it anymore. She was just so tired of hearing it all and she knew she should have been used to the insults by now. But every single time they teased her, she could feel some prick at her heart. It's smaller now, but it's still there. It's the same every day.

"It's no big deal, " Paris sighed. "Let's just go for lunch."

With a frown still marring her angel-like face, Bleu nodded and linked her arm with Paris', heading to the cafeteria. "I swear if they mess with you one more time..." Bleu grumbled and Paris smiled, loving that her friend was so protective of her.

At the cafeteria, people stared as usual at the two unusual best friends. Paris knew they all questioned their friendship, whether it was real or if Bleu was just using her for something. How could a girl like Bleu be friends with someone like Paris? Their eyes stuck unto Bleu with envy and admiration of her beauty, and they clung to Paris with malice and disgust.

Today is the last day. Paris knew she just needed to endure all of this for a few more hours. She has done it for a decade, why not a few more rounds of the clock? I don't know how the hell I'm going to explain this to Bleu.

As they approached their table, the tall blonde gently nudged a petite asian girl and she looked up to enthusiastically say, "Hey Paris!" then scooted to the side to make space for Paris' seat. Or rather, seats. She needed two of them to fit.

"Thanks, Brooke, " Paris smiled and gingerly sat down, finding it difficult with her size and weight. Bleu helped her gently, holding her bag in one hand and her arm in the other, navigating her.

Once she was seated, Bleu took her spot next to Paris and immediately started eating the food their friends had gotten for them.

"Um, where's our end of the deal?" a blond guy sitting across Bleu asked her, an eyebrow raised and a small smile playing on his lips.

Bleu rolled her eyes, "It's in my bag you doofus." He grinned and reached for her bag, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for.

"Yes!" he held up the chocolate triumphantly. "Owen Andrews is happy. The world may continue."

Paris and Bleu chuckled. Owen Andrews' parents apparently had a "horrifying" past with chocolate, and so forbade their children any at all. Their house was void of the brown goodness and they've always had vanilla cakes for their birthdays. And thus Owen and his twin, Olivia, lived a sad life, deprived of chocolates.

A blonde girl with chrome-blue eyes identical to her brother's groaned, "We got you an extra yogurt for that chocolate. Thank you so much." She made a grab for the chocolate bar in her brother's hand and he lifted it out of her reach.

"Hey!"

"Nuh-uh Liv. You ate a whole chocolate bar without sharing last time."

"But I paid for the yogurt didn't I?"

"Sucks to be you."

Olivia growled and smacked her brother behind his head, making him yelp and smacking her back.

Paris, Bleu, and Brooke looked on with amusement. Both twins were athletically built and excelled in whatever sports they tried out in. They were only in their sophomore year and universities were already sending them scholarship forms. Now watching those athletic arms take turns smacking each other was amusing to say the least.

"So what are you gonna do over the summer, Brookie?" Bleu asked after taking a spoonful of her yogurt. "Is Brooke Chang finally opening her own mathematics university?"