Raiza’s POV

The disturbance and chaos in the hallway calmed down after Natel and his gang ramped to their classrooms. With my three musketeers, I stepped towards my class. I could feel my face still red and I am blushing a lot inside, but tried my best not to let it be seen by others. The group chuckled and made fun of my cheek redness and I felt embarrassing. I nudged their shoulders and all laughed. They thought that the day was going to be super fun with laughter.

While stepping, we stopped on the way to class, seeing students blocking the hallway to witness something. Momentarily, I felt my body starting to rage with fire. This happened few times from when I was in elementary school. The first time when I felt the fire inside me was, when I was seven years old. I was playing in the play park with my brother and saw that a kid pushing him down from the swing, trying to take his spot. Something inside urged me, to react immediately. I gave a tight slap on her pale face marking my three fingers on her cheeks. It became a talk in the neighborhood, but slid down with my dad treating her.

Then it happened when I was thirteen years, while returning from my quick run, a lady was robbed in the mid street by an arrogant thief. He hit her and snatched her bag away. She screamed and cried heavily but no one was there to help. I had known this lady, who had visited a couple of times to my dad for treating her wounds she received from her drunken husband. Though my dad suggested her to register a formal complaint, she refused. she thought that a dad was necessary for her growing kid. She worked hell hard to make her kid go to school. Her loud cry triggered my blood and I felt completely different, running and chasing the robber to get her what was hers. I gave a heavy blow on his head with a small rock and he collapsed over the ground. People around gathered now and they removed his mask to see it was none but the lady's husband. She thanked me and the crowd appreciated me for my courage. But nobody knew I was so strong, including me.

After a long time, it was now that I felt my blood boiling. Me and Claryn joined the crowd to see what was happening while Jules and Sophie took the left turn to their classes. They signaled to Claryn that we would discuss during lunch break. Reaching the crowded spot, we found something not- so- good happening. It was Versus Kayot, known to be the biggest school bully, having his hand higher over a lame boy, Martin. Martin was covered with bruises and had a skin cut near his mouth and he was bleeding. He was shivering as he laid down on the floor. Claryn found me generating anger vibes. He had always been my bestie knowing all my secrets. He knew the past times when I had the same feeling. Thought this was the first time he sees me in person as he had imagined.

Versus bullied many kids, whom he thought were not fit to Elite. He would bully verbally and threw few blows but would always escape with warnings. But in recent times he had shown extra violence towards kids like Martin. Martin was damn scared of Versus and would try his best to avoid meeting him everyday. Once he is caught by Versus, he knew that he would be the target, not just running errands but also be beaten if Versus feels to do. He had once shared this to me during our Math class. Me, Martin and Claryn share our Math classes together, He is smart in Math and we have had good discussions over the subject a few times.

Seeing Martin with blood, I could not take it up. I felt changes inside me, like those few times but was even more intense. There were kids surrounding and watching the scene, but nobody had the guts to stop Versus. I stepped forward, with my eyes completely red and nerves projecting in my wrists and forehead, Claryn stepped back not wanting to stop me. He knew that it was not his place to block the raging angry girl. Students shift their eyes from Martin and Versus towards me. Versus stopped his actions and noticing that others had their eyes not on him, he viewed where they all looked. He was a little shocked to see my appearance.

Before he realized on what was happening, I folded my wrist tight into a ball and gave him two knocks on his right jaw and nose. He fell unconscious on the ground. The crowd made noise. Few screamed. I looked scarier than Versus in this condition of mine. I gave a thud with my leg on the floor. In a deep voice, I summoned, "Forget this. Get back to your classrooms". They obliged to my summon immediately. Claryn still waited for me, standing behind me. He was always beside me to understand and support me in whatever mess I am. But there was another set of students on the other side, whom I saw after the crowd left the place.

It was Natel and his gang witnessing the complete scene. Their faces sported awestruck at my actions. Once I felt his presence, my body calmed down. The blood stopped boiling. My eyes were turning back from being red to blue as they always be. I felt shacky, knowing his eyes are on me. Unfelt happiness was inside me. I was feeling chill and entirely different, unable to express with words. I was not comfortable with this change of feel inside. Though I have felt rage a couple of times in the past, this feel was new. This is the first time experiencing. though the feel was good, it took me to shock since I could not sense what was happening. Anger and rage were more easy to accept and understand than this new feel.

Claryn was holding me from falling down. He helped me while I was getting back to my senses. Martin also helped along with Claryn. Each of them was holding my arms firmly as they felt those changing from being heavy to becoming weak or normal. Sudden burst of feels, all at once doubted me, for being a bipolar. Just then, I realized another pair of eyes was watching me from above. I lifted my head up to see Mr.Wabbler. He was a teacher from the third floor, who rarely comes down walking on our hallway to check upon us surprisingly. He was a strict man who never talked. His one look, would make all to shiver. He came down the stairs. I stood still, making a quick eye contact with him. By now, Ms. Garry, my home room teacher heard from my classmates and hurried to the scene. She tried to help me, while passing a meaningful look with Mr. Wabbler.

All these times, though I noticed the teachers and my friends, I never missed Natel. He was with his emerald eyes glued on me. I did not know what kind of thought he had on me. Though I have never bothered before, today I was worrying about his thoughts about me. I did not explicitly want to know his feelings or thoughts, because I had never tried anything to impress him or the least to show my face like other girls from school to grab his attention. I have grown feelings from distant. My heart skipped beats every time seeing him even from a distance. He has never given me a look till date and nor I played to earn it.

But now, I saw him at distance, but he had his signature smirk. He was known for his handsomeness, perfectly cut jaw line, tall figure, broad shoulders, built muscles and the conceited smirk. He never spoke much but his expressions would make the opposite understand his thinking without expressed verbally. He removed Scarlet's hands wrapped from his arms. He brushed his hands over his curly brown hair. His lips slightly curved up on one side. It made cockroaches fly inside my stomach. I do not want to compare for butterflies, since I was not sure of what was going inside me for quite some time, with so many feelings emerging out one after the other. He turned around and his minions started walking behind him clearing the hallway. He looked again at me before vanishing with that bewitching smirk. Oh man!! I have started to hate this stupid smirk. It is making my heart skip a beat again.

Ms. Garry took me to the nurse, while she made few others to help Versus. They sprinkled water on his face and carried him to nursing. He was indeed a strong one. A blow on his nose may not affect him too much. Claryn took Martin along with me and Ms.Garry. The nurse made me to sit in a separate room while Martin was treated for his bruises and Versus was laid down on the bed for treatment. They were the real ones who needed nursing and treatment. But I felt I was given special care, though I had no wounds and I doubted, if they thought I had lost my senses and became insane.

I thought Ms.Garry is going to punish me or advice me, complain about me or take me to the Principal for the mess I have created with Versus, or the least to threaten me to bring in my parents to school. But she never did anything. She questioned me which laid as puzzle to figure out the changes happening within me. Though I dint know exactly what it was, I was at the least into a conclusion that I was neither bipolar nor insane. This was something even bigger. The question that left me bewildered was, "Raiza, when are you turning 17?"