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My Bully Next Door

Chapter 3 Ella didn't talk back

Word Count: 2416    |    Released on: 10/06/2026

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this m

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after dark. Their house was quiet most of the time. Too quiet. I knew that because my bedroom window faced par

g and slung it

eading

eath. "Yeah. Try not to g

off without

home was

. No one asking questions. No one expec

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and cut the engine, I was in an even

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as ridi

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s none

in a way I di

as old memories I didn't like thinking about. Bike tires on hot pavement. Side

got com

and slammed the door

he house

sn't h

prise

fridge and grabbing a bottle of water even though I'd already had one. I stood t

t tog

all I nee

gether an

later, I was still

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came bac

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like she expected

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p tigh

feeling that cam

have a na

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that e

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just ne

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ears. More times when we were kids. Less now. Almost never, r

now I had

upid

st

t usually was. Their back door was unlocked too. That an

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?" I c

ans

I considered t

movement in

to me, a glass of water in one hand. Her shoulders went tense before she

," I

water sloshed over

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was un

iding whether throwing the glass

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think it

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it was

ation she usually buried b

now I n

ved briefly toward the door like she was calculating how fast she could escap

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sta

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st the doorway, trying to l

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came so fas

even know w

't nee

r a second longer

mean

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ly, I'd ea

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change. "Everything wi

s not

ve me

i

it was

hated asking. Hated needing anything from anyo

had made

de dropped any lo

t scouts ask

s meant

ything I'd worked f

p with Engl

bli

er drained from her face an

icion rep

re jo

m n

help wit

ea

u came

ea

arrowed. "

answer fa

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augh, but there was n

cour

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it is

e glass down carefully, "but you don't w

ded harder th

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or a s

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rse sh

ession. Not surprise. Not eve

en something sh

what I t

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re i

ha

ade the sleeves of her sweater fall over her hands.

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I'd meant. Not in those ex

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her face told

being your secret cha

something unco

not what

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have an

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I used

everyone

I let the

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good at

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ter s

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ser

se I read? Because people like me are supposed to be

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what peo

not p

yes f

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n a long time, I did

st part was, sh

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e

ew b

Ella before

oversized

he lower

e hallway

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e me worse tha

her then. Re

t searching for something to pick

loo

strands loose around her face. Her cheeks were flushe

as a

ly, it su

ot averag

tared

e I'd said somet

bothe

lo

she beli

lieved she was

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e for this," she

ough me before

vious

ng dr

at I pushed of

ll

t the sound

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l

w why I said

ng by the way she slow

quieter this time. "I wou

d, she only

d that

ecide if there was any p

hat I wanted h

aid, "I'll th

sn't

't even

wasn'

eason, that fe

giving her space because sudde

ka

t say any

he door, but I could feel

sc

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even c

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wasn't th

back to my house, one thought

didn't fit

long in the l

anything I was

couldn't I sto

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My Bully Next Door
My Bully Next Door
“Ella James has spent most of her life being overlooked, underestimated, or laughed at. At school, she's the girl in the oversized hoodies. The girl people make jokes about. The girl no one chooses. After years of disappointment, Ella has learned not to expect much from anyone-especially not from Beckett Carter. Popular, confident, and seemingly perfect, Beckett has always been everything Ella avoids. He's the kind of boy who belongs at the center of every room while she's spent years trying to disappear into the background. Then a family emergency forces Ella to move in next door. Suddenly, the boy who barely notices her at school becomes impossible to avoid. Inside his home, Beckett is different. Kinder. Softer. Protective in ways that leave Ella questioning everything she thought she knew about him. But every morning when they walk back into school, the walls go back up, leaving Ella trapped between two versions of the same boy. One who looks at her like she's special. And one who acts like she doesn't matter. As feelings grow and old insecurities refuse to stay buried, Beckett finds himself facing a truth he never expected: somewhere between late-night conversations, family dinners, and stolen moments, Ella became the first person he looks for. But loving Ella means more than feeling something when nobody is watching. It means choosing her when everyone is. And for a girl who's spent her entire life feeling like someone's second choice, that may be the one thing she can never compromise on. A slow-burn emotional romance about self-worth, first love, healing old wounds, and learning that being seen can be the scariest-and most beautiful-thing of all.”