I am being bullied by a group of five gyaru in my class.

"Hey, Katou! Go buy some juice! For everyone!"

One of the gyaru group members who bullies me said.

Of course, they don't pay. I want to glare at them, thinking about having to pay from my meager allowance as a first-year high school student who doesn't even have a part-time job, but suppressing that feeling, I head from their hangout, the gym storage room, towards the vending machine.

After walking a little distance from the gym storage room, I heard the sound of someone running from behind.

"You came again today..."

Muttering that, I knew what was about to happen.

As the footsteps drew near, I felt a sharp slap on my back.

Seeing me wince in pain,

"I'll come along too!"

she said with a smirk.

This is "Tachibana Kyouko," one of the five gyaru who bully me.

She has beautiful, lustrous long black hair, a slender physique, and a refined face with long, almond-shaped eyes, making her as beautiful as a model.

Contrary to her elegant appearance, she has a strong-willed and sadistic side.

She's what you call a "pure-style gyaru."

Lately, she often tags along when I'm running errands.

"What do you do at home?"

"What kind of person were you in junior high?"

Lately, she's been asking about my private life and past.

"I'll pay for it. Keep it a secret from them, okay?"

"I'll carry half the juice for you. It's heavy, right?"

And for some reason, she's been kind lately.

*This work is also posted on Kakuyomu.