A Friday came in the life of Kim, indicating one more day and then you get to rest your head after continuously rubbing it for five days. More importantly, Kim needed this weekend to relax because this week wasn't the most pleasuring one.

She was wearing black skinny jeans, being ripped at places, a white sleeved blouse which was coming till her elbows, metal earrings, and two similar metallic bracelets on her left hand.

Her hair was down tied in a loose fishtail braid, retained on one side and leaving lazy strands in the front and of course, her pendant. The low collar of her blouse revealed the pearl attachments which were resting peacefully on her prominent collarbone.

Kim was at her locker when Grace popped in her head. "Lookin' good." She complimented.

"Thank you." Kim replies with a smile and then continues with her locker.

"Nice locket, girl. Where'd you get it from?"

Her expression changed. She blinked her eyes a few times and tried to maintain the naturalness in her voice.

How would Grace react if she told her the truth? Considering the fact that her friend can't shut her big mouth, she had to lie. "Someone gifted it to me." She adds with a smile for convincing Grace.

"So, you know there's a thing called school-prom?" Grace sheepishly begins but ends confidently.

Kim chuckles. "Grace, there's like two and a half months left for prom." She answered, taking her books and heading for the class with Grace following her like a lost puppy.

"Who will you be going with?" She asks.

"I don't know. We'll see?"

The bell rang and she went to her class, History. As usual her eyes were down all the time, so she'd not, not even by mistake, look into his eyes. It still hurt her, seeing that girl slumping over Jack as if her bean bag. And she thought she was over him.

The annoyance came on her face when she saw Randy and his friends lurking on her seat.

Kim rolled her eyes and confidently walked straight to him.

"Randy, this is my seat. What are you doing here?" She coldly said, keeping her books on the desk and making a 'slap' sound with it. Kim folded her hands, standing in front of him as if she'd eat him up the very next second.

"I thought we were gonna sit together, Kimmy." He said, trying to poke her nose with his finger.

She caught his finger in a tight grip and started bending it the other way. "Never in a million years." She said with venom dripping from her mouth.

"Ow." He winced in pain, shaking his hand vigorously once Kim let go of his finger.

"Randy, I think we should go. Class is about to start anyways." Jack stepped in between the two of them.

For whatever eye-contact was between them, Kim looked confidently at Jack in the eye no matter how hard it was- fighting his angelic eyes. She sighed heavily once they were back to their seats. Kim opened her book but her center of focus being him. Again.

Why? - She cried inside her mind.

She turned her head to face Jack for a moment and it looked like he was staring at her. He blinked his eyes and Kim turned her head back to the front, continuing to stare at her book for the rest of the class which seemed like an eternity. With Jack slipped, Kim found no reason to like History class again.

The bell rang and it was time for lunch.

Kim got up and swung her bag on her, speeding out of the class and bumping Jack in the shoulder in the process. She didn't stop or turn back to apologize. She was scared. Scared that she would break into tears the moment she'll see him in the eyes.

Kim slowed down, struggling and dodging the memories of her and him together and completely standing still in front of her locker with her eyes staring at the pendant. The tear which impatiently waited to pop out of her eyes finally emerged, leaving her shoulders shaking. Before another pinching look, she pulled the locket out of her neck and threw it inside her locker, slamming it close.

She proceeded to the cafeteria, shaking away the thoughts.

"Hey." Rachel greets Kim.

She just smiled at her and sat down on the set which was next to Grace, adjusting her blouse from the creases created. Once done, she flicked the blonde strand which was attacking her eye for the last fifteen minutes.

"Hey, Kim." This was Grace.

"Hi." She replies and begins biting the apple which she took out from her bag.

Her expression was flattened and her lips formed a straight line. She kept chewing and chewing until a hand waved in front of her.

"Kim, are you alright?" Grace snaps at her.

She batted her eyes, realizing she was zoned out for the ninth time this week. "Yeah. Why did you ask?" She asks, faking naturalness.

"Cause you're chewing the same bite for seven minutes." Grace added as she pointed to the apple in her hand which had one tiny bite mark, resembling the one in Snow White.

Kim shakes her head before replying, "I must have zoned out." She said with a tiny smile.

The three of them nodded at her before going back to whatever they were doing at that point.

Kim wrapped the apple in tissue paper and tossed it down in her backpack. She closed her eyes and wrapped her head with her palm, leaning back her chair. A second passed and she felt stickiness and wetness hovering on her hair and upper body.

She immediately opened her eyes to see herself drenched in orange juice. Her white blouse had turned orange and the sound of the juice dripping on the floor caused her to flinch in her seat.

She tilted her head and instantly saw Lindsay with a squished juice box in her hand turned upside-down, positioned over her head. And that hideous smile of hers, of course.

"Dare accomplished, Randy." She said as she turned her head to him where he was sitting with a hand covering his laughing mouth.

She turns back to Kim.

"See, I'm sorry. It was a dare, nothing personal." Lindsay said trying to be nice, but apparently, she could not. The demonic eyes were permanent.

Kim's eyes teared up as she pulled her blouse away from her skin. Humiliation, and anger which she couldn't help, drowned her. She wiped the continuous flow of tears with her hand which was wet with the juice itself.

"Kim." Rachel and Stephanie exclaim.

Grace stands up, making Kim stand too. "Kim." She worriedly glanced her from the top to bottom.

Jack always-show-up-at-the-wrong-time Brewer approaches her with a concerned and apologizing look on his face.

"Kim, I'm so sorry. I told her not to-" He started with the dramatic depression in his voice but was cut off by Kim running out the place, rubbing her eyes with her right hand.

"Se perdre, salope." Grace grunted at Lindsay who had an annoying victorious smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked back with the most confused look on her face.

"Get lost, bi-"

"Find Kim." Stephanie cuts her off.

She stomped away, leaving a disgusted look at Lindsay and a pitiful one at Jack. Grace rushed to the girls' bathroom, hoping Kim would be there, and luckily, she was. She was sitting in the corner, crying her eyes out as her knees were folded to her chest and her face buried in it.

"Kim." She walks to her and kneels down, holding her face to look her in the eyes.

The eyes which were hazel once had now turned red and the tears seemed unstoppable. Her face had a thin layer of a mixture of sweat, tears, and drops of orange juice all combined together. She was cold and shaking.

"What did I do to deserve any of this?" She managed to say between her sobs.

"Nothing, Kim. Don't blame yourself. She had always been this... horrible and you know it, don't you?" Grace replied, wiping away her tears. Kim weakly nodded in response.

"Let's get you washed up. I'll go and get some spare clothes from Steph and Rae. They always keep extra." She said and walked out, leaving Kim to wait for her.

Kim stood up, taking the support of the wall beside her, and wiped her nose with her hand. She thoroughly washed her face and neck, and then let the water run as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She wasn't weak- That's what she had told herself and now seeing herself with watering and puffy eyes made her feel uncertain. Grace was right- Lindsay was never anything but a wimp and an awful pain in the neck. Still, she was crying her eyes out, not because of her. Because of Jack. Lindsay just helped the tears.

A single tear rolls out, resting on her cheek.

Why was she desperate for him? Why couldn't she accept the fact that he did not belong with her and he was someone else's?

She had to get over him and there was only one way possible.