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Lyle Wilson is a 17 year old student at West High. With his God like looks coupled with that brilliant brain of his, he is considered as the hunk of West High. As a typical hunk, he is the best at everything he does, with girls flocking around him, waiting to be noticed. But the one who really captures his eyes are those eyes behind that gold rimmed glasses, that girl behind those oversized clothes.

Ivy Gracia is a 17 year old student at West High. She is the type who would put her everything into studying but unlike what's expected, she isn't the topper of her class. Infact, she ranks just above average no matter how hard she tries. But, she isn't the hated nerd. She is liked for her simplicity, just like she wanted. 
She doesn't talk back. She doesn't fight. She doesn't drink or use substance. All her works are submitted on time. She doesn't bunk and has her attendance as a hundred percent. And she doesn't even use dirty slangs. She is that really simple girl. She is as her classmates quote, 'the simple girl from the book.' She is just too simple to be true.



But that isn't the case for everyone. While Ivy tries her best to hide the wildness behind that pair of glasses and oversized clothes, Lyle just seems to see through her.

Why doesn't he let her end her highschool like she wants to? He didn't notice last year when she came, so what exactly went wrong this time?

Now who can tell her that Lyle had actually seen the 'real' her behind that seemingly 'simple' her?


Will Lyle be able to find the reason she is acting in this manner and bring her back to her old self, the free and happy one? Read on to find out.



THE PICTURE IN THE COVEE DOESNT BELONG TO ME. I TOOK IT FROM THE INTERNET. CTTO.

Don't beleive the appearance

The court was filled to the brim. The seats were all taken as well as the resting spot and other spots which were generally left empty during the  official matches as a pathway or for some other miscellaneous stuffs.


At this moment, the court looked like a mini concert hall of a popular singer. People were squeezed in as much as they could.


Afterwiting for almost ten minutes, this mass of people started to talk and with everyone talking, the noise was not less then a bussy fish market if not more.


''Eh... Is Ivy not coming? Is she giving up without even trying?''


''Ofcourse she wouldn't come. She would be an idiot to come just because of a small challenge. Don't forget, she is spherophobic. How can she play basketball if she can't even stand the sight of a ball.''


''That seems logical but still. Someone shw considered a friend stabbed her in her back and even tarnished her reputation. Truth be told, I wouldn't be able to stand it and would fight for justice.''


''Yeah. Me too. I also wouldn't b able to take that lying down. To he betrayed by a friend. That's the worst feeling ever. Claire looks so sweet but she's actually... *sigh* I can't even find a word to describe my disappointment. I mean, look at her. She doesn't even seem to feel apologetic.''


As soon as the person said this, everyone around her turned to look at Clair. As if it had given rise to a chain reaction, everyone turned to look at Clair.


Thre in the center of the court, she stood tall and cold. Her entire being gave a cold vibe. It was as if there was a dark mist surrounding her. 


She was clearly ready for the match as she had her hair braided right from the roots tightly from both sides. Then it was tied together in a high pony tail. She had even changed her clothes to a dark blue basketball jersey. 


If one ignored that vicious expression on her face, Clair really did look good. With her height of about 175 cm and thin but muscular built, she looked very nice in that jersey.


But her character made everyone look at her scornfully. 


So what if she was beautiful. Her character overshadows her entire being.


Behind this thought were undoubtedly countless jealous people. Afterall, everyone wants to pull down those who were better than themselves. 


Even if it was a small fault, one's face has the ability to either magnify or subdue their fault if they manage to use it well, that is.


At this moment, under the scrutinizing gazes of countless eyes, Clair wasn't as calm as she made it out to be. Her palms were already sweating due to discomfort but she forced herself to remain calm. She can't let people see her in a sorry state. That would be a huge blow to her pride.


''Is someone too scared to come or are you admitting defea-"


72. Too scared to come