45 Chapter 44: The Worst Kind Of People

I peak my eyes open as I look around to see Alex already out from his bed. Hmm, where could he possibly be?

I hear the sound of water droplets inside the shower room of our shared dorm room. I guess he's taking a shower.

I attempt to stand up and I see in the corner of my eye a little note. It was slashed, torn, crumbled like that who wrote it has the extreme most hatred. It had the words. "We don't want you here slut." with a few writing of slurs in the corner.

I stood there in shock not batting an eye as my heart starts to breathe faster and I grew nervous.. I was gonna cry right there as I start to grab a towel and wipe away the falling tears. Alex got off from his shower fully dressed. I hadn't noticed he already turned off the water and dressed inside like we agreed on.

"Oh, you're awake." He looks at me surprised at how I was crying.

"You seem to always attract the worst kind of people don't you?" Alex says to me as he sat down next to me in the bed.

"What? What do you mean?" I wipe away the last of my tears...

"You seem to encounter the worst kind of people all the time. Whoever slipped that note under our doorstep is out to get you. They expressed the hatred enough to carve the word slut in front of our door." Alex says annoyed.

"I'm really sorry that you are experiencing these inconveniences because of me... I'll tell the Dean of the university so we can split." I explain to him.

He's clearly annoyed by my presence and I don't want him to get stuck in something like this. It's not his fault...

He sighs and laughs. "I'll stay with you."

"What?" I turn to him confused.

"It's not that I want to but I guess I owe you one for tolerating my tantrums and my rantings. Honestly, it would be boring without you. Although my advice is to stay away from dangerous people. Trust me I've had experiences." He sighs standing up and grabbing his favorite drink strawberry milk from the fridge.

"What do you mean dangerous people? I don't understand? How exactly?" I asked him.

He sits down and puts the straw in the juice box. "You see... there is something called street smarts. You know you get a feeling when someone is not what they seem to like and that they are dangerous. If you get that feeling to stay away from them then follow that feeling. To think that you angered someone this influential and socially powerful. I can't believe it."

"Well, I've been a shut-in for my entire life. So I don't have the experience or have an idea with what you are talking about." I tell him confused.

"It's simple." He takes out milk boxes and put them in the table and then placed the strawberry milk.

"Notice how you can easily notice the strawberry milk first?" He points to the strawberry milk. "Ya. It's the first one I see." He then asks. "Why do you think you notice it first?"

"Because it's the box that's more noticeable than the regular milk since all of them are white and the strawberry milk is pink," I respond.

"There you have it. The more a person is unique. Either they are talented, rich, smart basically any good qualities they will stand out and they will be able to control the crowd however they desire." He explains to me.

"Meaning the person who spread these rumors is influential. Did you anger someone influential of the sort?" He asks me sternly.

"I'm honestly not sure... I've never really angered anyone." I thought to myself.

"Well, you better figure out who is doing this because I'm pretty sure they aren't gonna stop if they aren't stopped." He says to me annoyed.

"You seem to know a lot about these kinds of things Alex? Do you have any experience with something like this before?" I ask him.

"I guess I'll share it with you. I never really share it with anyone but I guess I'll share it with you.

POV: Alex

Back then during my high school years. I remained at the top of the school food chain. While the nerds, the losers, the poor everyone who was deemed uncool was bullied and attacked by the rich kids at the top and that's where I belonged.

My school was a school for the elites despite being a poor person. I was able to get in due to a scholarship.

I would always go home to see my mother getting beaten up by my father. He's a drunken bastard and has done nothing but spend our money. I had always wished both of my parents would just die.

I always woke up to the smell of alcohol in the smell in the air and see my mother who is seriously a stuck-up doormat getting beaten by my father.

I stand up and just ignore what happens and enter my school. It's not my responsibility to deal with these idiotic parents of mine. A preschooler acts more mature than they do.

I walk in and I see those pesky rich kids smoking, wasting their lives on temporary pleasures but I knew I had to be in their friend group if I had the chance to fit in the school's pecking order.

That's why I started a rumor. A rumor about my parents being abroad and I live alone in my house as I get money from my parents. Well, I never bothered to correct it since I had to maintain a high social standing if I'm gonna stay here.

There I sat in my chair. Keeping to myself to see those rich kids who aren't gonna reach anything in life. Buying cigarettes and drinking all the time. Didn't they know that both of those things are bad for your health? Not only they are minors but they are students in a very prestigious school.

"Yo. Alex wanna join us to drink? We meeting some hot chicks in the bar." They invite me.

"Sure. I'll be there just be the text the address and time." I smile at them.

I knew I had to join them, I had no choice. They were the ones on top of the food chain.

"Ouch please stop!" I hear screams of a guy getting beaten up by them and everyone taking pictures of the person getting beaten.

That's what happens if you are an outcast. You get treated horribly by them.

So there I wasted my time, hanging out with these lowlifes who think so highly of themselves thinking like they are some kind of royalty.

We go to bars at night and drink. Something that I would never do.

"Didn't I say these chicks are fucking hot." I see one of them grope the young woman in front of them who seems to be from our school as well...

"Come on! Drink! Let's have fun tonight!" Another one chugged an entire glass of beer.

"Come on aren't you going to drink? You seem tense have a little fun dude." One of them nudge to me.

A girl clung into my arms and fiddled around with my hair. "You know you look like you could be an idol. Maybe you should be one." She smiled at me.

An... idol? What's that? I searched up the word "Idol" in google by borrowing the phone of one of my "friends" saying the excuse that my battery died."

I searched it up and it hit me... This is what I wanted to be... This is the person I aspire to be. Someone many people look up to. Someone who is popular and had the crowd wrapped around his or her finger.

We all went home, I drank a little but not too much to get drunk. I'm still obsessed with the idea of being an idol. Someone who was decorated and pretty. Someone who is loved by all. That's who I want to be. Now the question is how am I going to be an idol?

I open the door to my house to see my mother and father arguing about the money.

"Come on just buy me a beer, you bitch!" My father screamed at my mother grabbing her hair as she continued to tell her to stop.

"Okay, then I'll just buy you a beer." I take the money and go out as my mother stared in a despairful manner.

"I hope they would just die already.." I said to myself cursing my current situation being stuck with the worst parents ever.

I go outside and buy beer from the nearest store as I hear the whispers of the nosy neighbors.

"Isn't that the son of the alcoholic?" The woman whispered to each other.

I shrugged them off. It's not like their words will matter when I'm bigger and better. When my name is on lights!