Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Bullied Because Beautiful

Beautiful face like a Korean artist. Dimple on the right. The hair that dangles is pitch black and the bottom is slightly tanned mahogany. Tight-eyed with slightly bluish eyeballs. Snow-white skin with peerless smoothness if anyone held it.

My name is Cantika Sekar Lestari, a girl of Indonesian chinese descent. She has been dead since the age of eight, when she had heart disease. Life is very simple. Although we can be luxurious with property, but my father always taught not to be too showy or sombomg for God's goods. My father's profession is a clinical doctor. Although there are not many patients like hospitals, it is enough to meet our daily needs.

I don't know why there's a bunch of boys who keep watching with weird looks? Even every girl in school is cynical when she passes me by. I have to be more aware and strengthen my instincts, what really happened. Maybe because this beautiful face became the main problem, and even had heard that I was called the idol of worship at the most beautiful school.

An easy mindset to remember all the lessons, making me the nickname of the smartest student. Many competitions can boast of school, as well as trophies I often get. Am I arrogant? Of course not, because for what we are arrogant, if above intelligence there are still smarter, like the saying above the sky there is still sky.

"Stop!" prevent some schoolgirls who look songong. His feet dangled against the wall.

Daytime break begins. The destination is to the canteen. Instantly prevented feet, stuck do not want to continue the road.

"Sorry what's up, huh?" Innocence answered.

"Are you named, Cantika?"

"Yes, it's me. What's up, huh?"

"Already, not much b*cot. Now come with us" One of them pulled my hair to the door.

"Ee'eh, what are you doing? Aaghh, sick. Take off my hair."

"Silent you. Or we'll do even crazier than this" threatened the fearless.

Forced to obey. The students who passed us just silently looked at me, and no one dared to help or try to prevent.

The leader of their gang who is taking me now, is notoriously mischievous, sadistic, fond of hammering, even injuring the schoolgirls he wants. The body begins to fear and tremble, when it feels there is nothing wrong with them, but why should be forced to come along.

Brak ... brak, the bathroom door is checked one by one there are more people what not. If so, they were quickly told to come out. Now we are the six.

Clamps ... clamps, the main door of the bathroom is locked. There are about five people who are dealing with me right now. Their faces looked wrathful and wanted to prey on me.

Bruk, the person who grabbed the hair strongly pushed strong, so I fell down on the ceramic.

"Aww, what are you doing? What's my fault that you brought me here?" The fear began to fall.

It doesn't feel right to be treated harshly.

Plaque, a slap suddenly landed. Instant hair disheveled forward covering the eyes.

"You're asking why we fucked you here, huh? Don't be a hypocrite to be a woman, cuuiiih!" The gang leader shone eyes of anger.

"I really don't know what you mean? Please explain."

"Chose, don't pretend you don't know. I warned you just this once. If you are a woman, do not be kesentilan let alone want to be *****," hinanya rude.

"No, don't beat you up so pretty that our boss's girlfriend you snatch."

"My boy, I really don't know who you're talking about. I've never, in part, taken away, let alone approached this schoolboy," the honesty that needs to be expressed in order to be forgiven.

I don't know who they mean, because a lot of guys who chase want to be my girlfriend.

"Even, that face of your oplas is a real bitch. We're good, yeah!" said one of their friends.

"Of course we're going to play around with this prettiest prettiest prettiest chick, hahahah!"

They all laughed happily, as if I was a doll that could be hurt.

"Aaah, don't. What are you guys gonna do?" The fear becomes more so when the boss holds the razor.

"I'll give you makeup that will add to your beauty, hahaha."

"Please, don't do that." The crying started to explode.

Sriiissss, mercilessly again, cheeks had been scratched by razor blades. The pain began to feel. The smell of blood began to smell also in the nose.

"Ahhhhh, no. It hurts."

"Hahahha, feel that. How's it feel? So don't take people's girlfriends. Fuck you, your face is now ugly."

"Do we want to make it more sexy."

"Don't, I beg you!" Both hands cupped in sand.

Byuur, unexpectedly, a water in a bucket was splashed on my body. Even the smell of the porpoises is so stinging. Maybe they take pee, then added with water.

"Hahahah, I'm satisfied to see you helpless like this."

Their laughter sounded very sickening. Hands clenched, yet powerless to retaliate.

Dring ... dziiinng, the sound of the bell has rung, the hour mark of the lesson has begun. The bully child began to scatter out, leaving me who had sobbed bitterly.

"Why are you so cruel. What's wrong?"

Until this moment, I had no idea who the man who caused me this humiliation. The pain in the cheek was not ignored, because the pain in the heart increasingly stifles the soul. Sitting hugging the legs, while continuing to sob bitterly.