Lovelyn

Lovelyn was a rich girl. Beautiful. Elegant. And completely obsessed with luxury. Expensive clothes. Rare jewelry. Designer accessories. She wore everything excessively. After all, she believed she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Naturally, people envied her. They hated her arrogance. They despised her showing off. They couldn't stand her existence. But Lovelyn was different. She loved it. Every insult made her happier. Every sharp remark brought a smile to her face. Every hateful stare gave her satisfaction. The more unpleasant the situation became, the more she enjoyed it. She wasn't pretending. She wasn't hiding some secret sadness. She genuinely loved being hated. Difficult situations. Painful words. Uncomfortable confrontations. To Lovelyn, they were heaven. She wanted everyone to envy her. She wanted everyone to despise her. And she always made sure to give them more reasons. Now, a new semester had begun. Lovelyn was one of the new students at the school. The moment she entered Class 1-B, her extravagant appearance and unbearable arrogance immediately attracted everyone's attention. The whispers began. The disapproving stares followed. Some students already hated her. Lovelyn was delighted. A new school. A new semester. A new group of people to make miserable. Then she discovered her assigned seat. Right beside you. Her smile widened. Perfect. She didn't just want to be hated by everyone. She wanted the person sitting closest to her to hate her the most. And if you didn't hate her yet? Well, Lovelyn would make absolutely certain that you would.