Bullied By The Badboy
ours. The looks, the snickers or low tunes when I pass by. But they never say it to my face. Well, Olivia tries, she has always been the bold on
nd I turn around with a big smile. Her high-pitched scream has me plugging my fingers into my ears, she throws her arms around me in exc
Spanish accent, switching into Span
never stops talking. You have to cut her off so that's exactly what
nicely. In my book, you say no to every boy. High school isn't for relationships, it's that period of your life you are forced to endure so you do your
a takes a step forward and stops.
ts to be friends with. And then, you have me. Cool Tessa. I mean, I am a sight for sore eyes, that's what mum says. If I can try to wear something outside black T-shirts, sk
o what I hope is a puppy-eyed look and she pinches my nose, baring her teeth at me when I try to protest. Placing her hands on her waist,
ld movies. She tucks her hand into the crook of my elbow and pulls me to stand on the stairs with her. I am only two inches taller than s
When I'm with her, people seldom glance my way, all attention is focused on her. I can always handle m
the bad, the ugly and the evil so silence on a Friday morning should worry anyone. And it bothers me. Even Maria. She retrieves her phone
y good for two things; ruining the reputations of Broadway Heights students or updating us on the latest gist. I pause in front of my locker, waiting for the latest update and Maria's brows furrow as she continues swiping on her screen. I can e
y face, I grimace at the video of the shirtless boy that appears on her screen. He is drunk, he has to b
but we are not friends so he's none of my business. My focus returns to my locker, my first class is AP Calculus so I need to retrieve the textbook. I have no idea why I'm in t
body tilted to one side with a massive scowl on my face while Maria is being Maria. Her usual diva self with the most blinding smile, model like pose and her black bodycon
Olivia and I were still friends, her picture used to be beside this but I guess old things have passed a
with my horrible dancing skills when someone rams into me from behind. Everything stops. A sharp painat the person behind us and I spin, ready to punch the demon who sho
. The wit
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