05

That girl used to be a good girl, but now she seemed to have turned evil in an instant.

"How did she know? She didn't. Why did she tell me right away?" The guy wondered in his mind.

"Huh?" The guy pretended not to know the meaning of the girl's question. "So how was it? I got accepted?"

The girl smiled softly. An unusual change. What had been a cold expression, became friendly. The girl received a rose from the guy. All the children immediately cheered and some clapped their hands.

"Accept!"

The guy smiled at the shouts of the other children. It's usually like this, right? If there was a declaration of love, most people would support the person who expressed their feelings regardless of what that person was like. He used to be ridiculed and laughed at, but now he was supported.

"Sorry."

In an instant, the guy's smile disappeared. It was replaced with a blank expression. The shouting around them also stopped.

"Yes?"

The girl looked at the rose in her hand. "I refuse. I can accept this flower, but not your feelings."

The next second there was a lot of laughter and mockery at the guy.

"Hahaha rejected!"

The scene changed again.

"I have something to talk to you about and it's very important. Come with me!"

The short shoulder-length haired girl talked to the guy who confessed his love. The two of them were in class while the other kids had already gone to the laboratory. The guy knew this girl. This girl was a friend of the girl he liked.

But unlike the girl he liked who had a good attitude, this girl was mean. She and her friends liked to make fun of the other kids.

"I must first know where you are taking me and what your business is. It seems like we have no business at all," the guy said.

He was worried about being made fun of by this girl and her friends.

Their attention turned to a guy who entered the classroom. He was tall and quite handsome. He approached the guy brought by his friend and pulled the collar of his uniform.

"Let go!" he ordered with his eyes bulging angrily.

The guy who grabbed him grinned and pulled harder. He took the guy to another class. There he was awaited by several children.

What the guy had feared finally happened. But after he was pushed to the floor, he got up again with courage.

"How dare you declare your love for Diora!" said the short-haired girl.

"Just so you know, Diora already has a boyfriend," said one of Diora's male friends.

The boy was surprised. "Huh? Really?"

If Diora had a boyfriend, the news would have spread throughout the school because she was so popular. But she only found out about it now. Did Diora just accept someone?

"Jethro. He's Diora's boyfriend. And he's the one who told me to drag you here!"

Hearing the word 'dragged' the guy became even more worried.  She glanced at Jethro who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He was looking somewhere.

"What for?" the guy asked directly. "If she already has a boyfriend, what is she looking for?" he continued.

"Hey. Jethro was looking for you, not Diora."

"Looking like that, you're declaring your love for Diora. You must have no face!" snapped one of the girls with long straight hair.

Then the scene changed again.

The guy was lying on the floor. The children around him laughed with satisfaction after beating him up. In his heartache and sadness, the guy only felt the presence of someone in the corner of the classroom.

When his head turned, his eyes widened. The beautiful girl was sitting at the back and leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.

Was Diora there from the beginning?

He was getting beaten up so badly and she just stayed quiet?

She thought Diora was nice.

"How can you think of me as a good girl? You already know who I'm friends with and where were you when I spilled a cold drink on another girl's hair? When I ignored the actions of my friends who insulted other kids? Even now," Diora said softly.

She took another sip of her cigarette. Her eyes did not look at the guy who had confessed his feelings for her.

Then the scene changed again. More quickly.

"Good. If it continues like this, I have nothing to worry about. You're a quality product, Diora."

A woman around thirty years old praised Diora after examining the girl's test paper.

Then the atmosphere changed again.

"Honey, I'll do anything as long as we don't get separated."

Diora hugged Jethro's hand. The two walked away smiling. They looked happy.

The scene changed again.

"You're so evil. Heartless. A bad girl like you will never be loved sincerely!"

The scene changed again to so fast that all that could be heard were the words spoken by the other person.

"Diora, the child you hit is in the hospital, but Jethro is already taking care of him."

"So why are you telling me? It doesn't matter," Diora replied.

The pain in her head slowly disappeared. No more memories popped into her head.

Claia was out of breath. "What was that?" she whispered.

"Diora, are you okay?"

"My dear, are you okay? Which one hurts?"

Claia seemed to be pulled back to reality. Her eyes were fixed on the guy supporting her. This guy...in the memories spinning in her mind was named Jethro.

Then Claia looked at the others who were looking at her with worried gazes. Claia was increasingly unable to understand the situation she was currently in.

How those people hurt others without thinking about their feelings, immediately made Claia remember Tiara and her friends' treatment of her. These people were no different from Tiara and her friends.

Claia got up and left Jethro and the others, making Diora's friends look at each other in confusion. Diora's current demeanor was really strange.

"Honey, wait a minute! Where are you going?" Jethro tried to grab his girlfriend's hand.

"Don't touch me!" Claia snapped, pulling her hand away and keeping her distance from Jethro.

All of Diora's friends were stunned. The Diora they knew was never angry like that.

"Diora, what's wrong with you?" one of the girls asked.

"Who are you talking about, Diora. I don't know you!" Claia immediately let out a small cry.

"Huh?"

Again all of Diora's friends looked at each other.

"Jethro, is it possible that napping can cause mental disorders or memory loss?" asked one of the boys.

"Don't talk nonsense!" said a girl.

"But see? She gets weird after sleeping."

One of the boys who was no less handsome than Jethro said calmly, "I know you're depressed but don't be stupid like this. We should go home now before security catches you!"

Claia was still in confusion but it seemed...she raised her right hand. This was Diora's body and she was in this girl's body?