His Little Blonde Secret

thoughts all night. I don't sleep much but when I finally manag

y sides and I wince, placing my hand over it. I walk over to my mirror and gingerly lift my hoody,

ed, grumpy

rt to the

o leave the house before Dad and Jedd wake up. I don't want to be interrogat

f the stairs and turn to walk towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast. A shadowy figure moves on the other

y, heading straight for

r a minute or two of fumbling with the locks, it springs open. I let o

my converse slapping aga

at eventually widens into a grin as

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**

vibration surprises me, causing me to jump up in my seat. I throw an apologetic l

. I physically wince knowing that he's mad at me for ditching him this morning. Whenever Jedd is mad at me, h

erneath the desk and

ll Bella? W

e at least told me you'

re actually

et him know I was walking to school. I quickly l

ays loudly, causing me to snap my head up in her direction. She's starin

y cheeks heat up in embarrassment and I quickly stuff my phone back inside my pocket.

e you've been teaching me fo

hand over the

st of us in this class. I can't help noticing she doesn't even try to use my first name.

aring straight at me. An uncomfortable silence falls upon us and

e rules rega

voice growing quieter. I can feel multiple sets of

her. She was texting

hat she's lying intentionally to snitch on me. I feel my throat tighten, my breathing becoming restric

self or will Beatrice

stretched ready for my phone. Beatrice is challenging me with her narr

, squaring my shoulders up b

aware of the rules. I was

yes but I will myself to keep my back turned on her. The teacher glances

a glimpse of it again, I

mp back in my chair in relief, grateful to have the attention diverted away from me. I s

***

I wait a little longer before leaving the classroom so the students can disappear out of t

on either side of me, keeping me trapped. From t

el you glaring at me all day." She h

just leave me alone?" I whisper, hating the

she takes another step forward, he

o you think you

owards me until I'm cornered between the wall and a locker. I have nowhere to go. Being confined i

t want to have a panic attack in front of Beatrice and her friends, not

ose and wafting the air in front of her. Multiple students pass us and choose not to help despite seeing

or. My hands begin to tremble by my side and I force myself to r

f me burst into laughter on cue and I feel fresh tears prick the back of my eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek, f

ails. Her floral perfume invades my senses and I squirm, backing up into the wall. The dull ache in my body begins to throb and I let out a small

ick clack of her heels descend down the corridor. I let out a deep breath, feeling like I can breath once again.

my thoughts in the silence whilst I have the chance. The thought of going to

you feel

nap open my eyes and when they land on the person

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