His Little Blonde Secret

that's loose from my ponytail. Carrying the bag of foot

ng voice floating through the air. I roll my eyes know

ve up attempting to carry the bag and instead throw it down onto the ground before drag

re the girls on a football tournament so I zone out, ignoring her. My thoughts turn back to Myste

an't make out anything

fail. I sigh heavily, giving up and turning back around to

mediately feel my lungs tighten and my breathing shallow out. I rem

to snap me out of my little daze. I immediately scurry over to Beatrice's team who

to the spot. The skin contact with her makes my stomach turn with nausea. She

t of my

reatening, low

hest before scurrying away from her. I stand behind the group, out of sight. The familiar feeling of my lu

w. Not

ply bumping into them. That's the sad thing about bullies, they don't need an excuse.

e notices the fear in my eyes. I take a step back and she lets out a choked laugh before raising her finger and sliding it acro

up. I turn away from them, tears pricking the back of my eyes. I hate showing my vulnerability to people like

rying my best to act like I'm in excruciating pain. I limp

, squeezing my eyes shut and wishing she'd g

llins sighs, I open my eyes, giv

total lie thanks to Beatrice and her friends. Coach Hollins

em fine

utching my stomach tightly. I take a slight peek at

esperate times lead t

rime scene from a horror movie." I exaggerate. A look of horror flashes over her face and she a

od freaking h

asise, kneeling over. Mrs Hollins fina

pack up and g

s over to the class. I mentally fist bump the air and ca

Bella, the period ca

itch, my eyes connect wi

he doesn't break the stare so in an act of bravery, I lift my arm up and give her a little wave. Her

point f