BE MY GIRLFRIEND PLEASE
Rejected

I hate the rich, especially those who use all means with their money, even they use their money to buy someone. And my mom was one of them. Eum means one of the people the rich buy.

Actually I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but the truth is that it is. And I'm holding on to never being like mom, whatever obstacles I have to face on my own without receiving help from "rich people".

Yet...

Of course I'm wrong, I need money and validation to get through this fucking school life.

Flashback on :

"So, take it" said a tall young man as he thrust a ring in a branded box at the girl standing in front of him.

A cool breeze gently sweeps the face, very suitable as a background atmosphere at this moment. It was just that the hateful gaze of the girl in front of him was extremely unsupportive of success at this moment.

This was further supported when the beautiful girl slammed the ring from the young man's hand. Her wavy brown hair that was unraveling fluttered by the gusts of wind.

"You know? I hate the rich the most, especially the rich like you" he said frankly.

The ring fell down and entered a sewer covered with iron nets in the back of the school.

"I don't understand what makes you think or even dare to do this, but it's obvious you're being rejected" he said.

"I don't know you, don't like you and even now I hate you. So go there" her precepts clearly were enough to make the tall young man in front of her fixated for quite a while.

The girl instantly turned around and moved away leaving the 'rejected' young man alone.

"Wait"

One word from the young man had stopped the step of the girl who was getting away from the original place.

"I'm a chaiden, we're in the same class" he continued, which the girl did not refer to.

The girl just stared at the chaiden for a moment and continued her footsteps again.

"Although I was rejected as you said, can't we be best friends?" ask again with a little shouting which of course is not followed by the girl who has been getting away.

flashback off's.

People say I am beautiful because I look like a mother, but as beautiful as mother still she was left by father, the proof until now no one knows where my father is. said my mother ran away when I was 3 months because of unfulfilled economic demands. I only live alone with my mother, even though my meeting with my mother can be counted. Because mom works from night to morning, and I have to go to school from morning to night.

My mother was a good man...

And pretty...

So mom chose this job to support our needs. Mother always chose the best facilities and needs for me, as well as school. I am currently studying in an elite school with a high average intelligence even though my intelligence is below average.

Of course, if I pass the test according to the rules, I will definitely fail, I can be here thanks to the acquaintance who 'bought' mother.

Because mom wants me to have to be successful so as not to live my life like that. Although to make me successful he had to do a dirty way that was very degrading.

They demeaned and humiliated the mother, so we had to move several times because our residence was known to them, the rich people. Well that's how we have to live in silence and not draw attention.

I told my mom a few times to stop. But the mother insisted on continuing, in addition to the demands of the cost of living, the mother also wanted me to be prosperous and not lacking.

But this only makes our communication less and less. Even though mom tried that, I still worked part-time at the flower shop to lighten my burden a little. Well even if it is found out, then he will be very angry.

To be honest all I can be proud of is my face, because I am far from being smart and have no talent. I don't even know how to succeed like you said.

Ah even how to succeed without not being like a mother I don't know. Is it possible to arrange flowers for a lifetime as successful as you want?

I'm not good at learning, art or sports. So what do I do to be "successful".

At school it was a bit gloomy because not a few people who used me cheaply. But at the beginning of school I had friends with some girls who had the same likes as me, which is watching movies. We used to go to the school theater sneaking around to skip class and spend the whole day there.

But entering the 2nd semester they have to take lessons that his mother has chosen to prepare for university entrance. Mother also prepared such things, only I chose to always skip because of things that do not suit me, so the tutoring fees paid by mother to be in vain, plus that I'd rather work at the florist as my after-school extra day than tutoring.

Overcoming my attitude with full patience, I just said that studying at school was enough if I felt that was the limit of my ability, and convinced me that let me just work, because my job is to learn.

And now that I'm in 11th grade and certainly not having any friends, I'm used to it. Especially if there is a group assignment, everyone will pass me to another group because there is nothing I can do.

I'm not denying there's nothing I can do. Only a group of men who want to accept me, of course, because of my face.

That's how I survived.

......................

2 Months later

It did not feel like I had entered the midterms, but there was not a single lesson I mastered. Me and Chaiden are also getting closer because the teachers always appoint him as my study partner, and yes little by little my grades are increasing.

Honestly, I feel so grateful to her who is always sincere and there when I need to. But far from my estimation, I thought that because he had rejected it so rudely he would hate me, in fact it was not so.

Until I decide to...

"Let's go out with me, I'll like you now." I said out loud.

Invite her on a date...

It's true, I must be really crazy.

"Come"

One word from him made me flutter a little.

Kyaaaa.