Bullied By The Badboy

Tessa.

nd that makes all the difference. I feel my cheeks heating up under

ng. I fiddle with the pendant on the necklace Hayden gave me. It’s my good luck charm, I wear it everywhere, even in the ring. The coldne

. Or was it a hexagon? Whatever it was, it ends with a gon. Ben nud

loser, his breath fans my neck, ch

kets, I swallow. I will melt if I h

kles and pushes his seat back without a sound. At my confused look, he waves his phone at my face, ducking it out of my reach when I mak

miling Ben, he is all too happ

n is. He’s hot and he’s smart, I am allowed to appreciate that combo but he doesn’t have to know that. Pu

ke the hint and show me the video but he doesn’t. He shrugs and slides

rain my eyes on the back of Mr Sam’s head as he scribbles on the board. This time, I’m determined to pa

peek and his muffled groan makes me grin, he must be so used to getting his way. The students in front

pencil, I grit my teeth and my hea

I bark

ed at only me and I shrink in my seat. Mr Sam pauses his intense writ

a, be q

hiss at the partial treatment and start doodling on my note, all interest in the class disintegrating. Th

t has to be urgent but I don’t want to open Broadway Gossip, which is exactly what her text demands. “N

oesn’t bother me again. Mr Sam throws us a warning glance but says n

no. No

ideo of me slapping Olivia staring at me. The worst are the comments

. I’m in d

y graveyard because I’m dead. When I finally lift my throbbing head from my phone, the class is empty or so I think until I notice Ben wa

e encounters, I doubt he knows my name. I clear my throat to call his attention but he continues staring out the window as if he’s embarrass

word to him, I exit the

eading me into the cafeteria and dumping a tray in front of me. No soda. No junk. I have a fight tomorrow but she doesn’t know that. She

y voice. Easy for her to say, she’s used to being the centre of attenti

op top which hugs her chest. It must be nice to have great boobs, not the dots God stuck on my chest a

need some peace and quiet for a few minutes. Pressing my fingers to my temples, I release a sigh. The cafeteria was a bad idea, the library is better. I jump to my feet, prepa

opper. And he do

ly person I am interested in is Ben. The tall hunk with a flirty grin. My smile vanishes as his arm sn

if it’s only a little. My eyes follow them as they drop down to an empty bench, Olivia claims Ben’s laps with her hands sitting nicely aro

k away from the couple. They f

t. What if Olivia manipulated him? His eyes meet mine over Olivia’s