Part 2: Bad mark.
Bella’s POV:

I had just woken up a few minutes ago. Hannah’s temperature had gone down very quickly. Liam seemed to be the best cure for her. Then they were a couple. That was really good because I knew that a boy as Liam can be found nowhere. Hannah was too lucky to have him.

That day I would receive my result of the previous test. I was not so worried because I knew for sure that I would get the highest mark again. There was no need to predict. I happily walked to school and got into my Maths class as usual.
That day, Mihrap wore a short black dress that made her ass look so sexy. Some hot boys in my class tried to flirt her when she walked by.
“Oh, so sexy brunette comes. Winter is so hot with Mihrap.”

But she even didn’t give them a look. Mihrap was the kind of girl that always hid her feelings under her quiteness. She was the mystery that everyone wanted to find out and then failed in desperate. As soon as she took her seat, the Maths teacher walked in. All the class began to keep silent. He informed:
“Today, I will return all of you the results of the previous test. I was so surprised when I knew the results and I’m sure you’ll do, too.”
I felt a bit curous. What could make him surprised? Vicky had high mark?
The teacher said slowly:
“And… the highest mark now is not Bella’s any longer. Mihrap, congratulations. It’s yours.”

At the moment he announced that news I felt as if the sky were falling down. I couldn’t hear anything else. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t even give out a tear. What the hell that happened to me? What?
I heard someone say:
“Wow, now Bella is not the most intelligent anymore.”
“Yeah, of course because she has to focus on her crush, Niall”

And they giggled at me. All the class, I kept looking at my exam paper. All the questions were so easy but why I made them wrong stupidly. Since when I became such a real loser? God was so unfair when he made Mihrap not only very beautiful but also intelligent. I was too jealous of her and ashamed of myself. The bell finally rang, I walked by the hall way but everything I could see was just the number in my test. Why? Why? Why? Because of Niall? Because Mihrap was much more intelligent? Because in fact I was just a loser? I asked myself million questions again and again. But there was only one answer for me. It was because of me.

As soon as I was back home, I came into my room immediately, locked the door, took out the sim of my phone and threw it away, headed to the table, took all the reference books to do all the exercises. I had to win. I had to be the best again.

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