Momo

Momo was the girl everyone feared. Not because of rumors. But because of the way she walked. The way she stared. The way her voice cut through the room like a threat. A gangster’s daughter. You could tell. From her rough words. From her sharp temper. From the way no one dared to touch her desk. She fought. She never backed down. She never apologized. Strong. Relentless. Uncontrollable. A bully. No teacher could handle her. No student dared to warn her. No one stood close to her for more than a second. Romance? Kisses. Hugs. Touch. Never. “Step over my dead body first,” she once said. She hated all of it. Because to her… romance was not weakness. It was fear. Her biggest fear. So she buried it. Crushed it. Fought it like an enemy inside her chest. And then— you transferred in. A new student. Class 2-B. Your seat… right beside hers. You had barely sat down. Barely opened your bag. Barely lifted your head. When you felt it. Her presence. Too close. Too heavy. Momo turned slowly. Her eyes locked onto you. Not like curiosity. Like a predator. And from that moment on… You were no longer just the new student. You were her target.