Bully Mate

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. Her pale white and pink flowery comforter brightened the brick interior of her apar

yes lit up for the first time in what seemed like forever. Her small one-bedroom apartment was nothing to brag about

ws during her high school years. She didn't mind-blending in fit her much better than

se made the trip with her. Her father gave her a couple hundred dollars to get her started, which wouldn't last long

something for dinner. Her first class started in the morning,

showed up at her university? She doubted it since he'd been accepted to a much l

f a group of a thousand and make sure to torment her in any way that he could. She couldn't even pinpoint

brown hair. Every girl in her school lusted after him besides Claire. H

d she dug it out with one hand, while taking h

ad said on the other

her mother passed away when she was little. It'd always been

ng my first rager and try

. "Funny," he said

r plate. "Yes. I'm having eggs. I plan to go to the grocery store tomorr

," he mumbled

game?" she ans

too. "Yes. Well, since you're alive, I will let you eat

e you, Dad,"

e yo

midst of her stomach. She felt it often due to the lack of a true bes

new avenue for Claire. She could be whoever she wanted to

*

she parked her old Dodge Dart in an empty parking space. The hustle

u've got this, Claire," she mumbled to herself, opening the doo

l, being it was August in Louisiana. She didn't mind it most days; however, s

ology, she had several classes in that building. She maneuvered her way toward her class, making a beeline for a seat i

. Her OCD reared its head as she put her pencil in line with the top of her noteb

ys felt as if she had a sixth sense but never thought too much about it. A few students trickled in th

hirt right before class started. One of the only empty seats was in front of C

she

anced aro

t warning you because I had a girl freak out last

robably made her hair frail, but she kept her mouth shut. "

ou're the nice girl, right? The one that keeps her emo

an accurate representation. "Y

ck, her big brown eyes vibrant w

sor said as she walked into

with bouncy curls that Claire envied and a sweet smile. "We're going over our syllabus today, and then we

Claire's favorite subject, but she was well enough at it. The door opened m

lking through the threshold. Everything in the room stilled. Her m

blurred ar

im. Axel

against the concrete walls of the old building, his thick throat moved as

roster and glanced over at

y. Did he have some kind of animal magnetism or something? His dark eyes shi

gertips tightened around the edge of her seat, and she shifted nervously. It was too late to tr

to enjoy the next fo

tton said while turning back to the boa

room to one lone seat in the very corner. Away from Claire as she'd hoped. If it

her any longer, and that was on