Du ixaoxin strolled down the hallway, her light pink hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of cotton candy. She had grown used to the stares and whispers that followed her wherever she went, but it didn’t make them any less annoying. With a roll of her green eyes, she tried to ignore the commotion she was causing and focused on getting to class.
But before she could make her escape, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see four boys from her school, leering at her with a mix of curiosity and contempt.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the school slut,” one of them said, snickering.
Du ixaoxin rolled her eyes, used to this kind of treatment. “At least I’m not a brainless jock,” she retorted, a sly smile playing on her lips.
The boys laughed, but there was a hint of unease in their expressions. They didn’t expect her to fight back. She was the odd one out, the girl with the pink hair and the green eyes, the girl who didn’t fit in with anyone.
“Looks like someone’s been hitting the buffet,” another boy said, eyeing her belly.
Du ixaoxin’s hand instinctively went to her six-month pregnant belly. She had a one-night stand with the vampire prince Roy and got pregnant. It’s been a rough few months, but she was determined to face it head-on.
“What do you want from me?” Du ixaoxin asked, her patience wearing thin.
“Just wanted to see if the rumors were true,” one of the boys said, winking.
Du ixaoxin scoffed. “Yeah, I’m sure you did.”
She pushed past them, but one of the boys grabbed her arm. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Du ixaoxin glared at him, her eyes flashing with anger. “Let. Go. Of. Me.”
The boy hesitated, but then released her arm. “Fine, we’ll see you in class.”
Du ixaoxin continued down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated being treated like this, but she knew she couldn’t let them see her break down. She took a deep breath and walked into the classroom, ready to face whatever came her way.
As she took her seat, she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her. She knew they were all wondering the same thing – who was the father of her baby? She couldn’t tell them, of course. It was a secret she had to keep, even if it meant being the subject of gossip and speculation.
But she refused to let it get to her. She was strong, controlling, and direct – she could handle anything that came her way. And if anyone had a problem with that, well, they could just deal with it.
Pink hair, don’t care. That was her motto, and she was sticking to it.
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