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45: Manipulative bitch
Maria is wrong.
Ben likes me. And he proves it by coming up to our table to slide his tray close to mine. His arm goes around my shoulders, I am a blushing mess when he pecks my cheek and Maria shakes her head.
“Sorry, babe. Olivia kept me waiting,” he says in an annoyed voice like he didn’t want to be there with her. He pouts and my anger dissolves. “Had stuff she needed my help with. Didn’t know it would take so much of my time. But I’m here now,” he adds with a smile and my heart riots in my chest. “Sorry.”
Ben’s gaze roams my face, the pad of his thumb brushes the under of my eyes and my lips spread in a shy smile. Maria must have gotten annoyed by our interaction, she snaps. “She didn’t,” Maria says.
We turn to her. “Sorry, what?” Ben says, a wedge between his eyebrows as he awaits her answer.
I slide my hands under the table and take hi
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Bullied By The Badboy 46: If you hurt her
I was late for class but the moments with Ben were worth it. I step out of the school building as the last bell of the day rings, head bent over my phone. My annoyance fizzles out at Let’s name on my screen. I want to be mad at him for taking this long to reply me but I want to hear from a male. He doesn’t know Ben, so he might be more objective. I throw my bag on the backseat and slide up front to wait for Ben.Let: Asking him out doesn’t make you desperate.Me: Maybe but I am not asking him out. My best friend says it’s the man’s job and I agree with her. I even asked him what we were and he didn’t give me a definite answer. I don’t want to push him away.Let: Baby steps. Let him do it at his own pace. If he doesn’t like you, he won’t be kissing you that much. Boys don’t kiss just any girl. I know I don’t. Take this time to get to know him, kay? What if you find out he dips his fry in his
Bullied By The Badboy 47: Labels
I am picking Ben up today like I have been doing for the past two weeks. His bike is working perfectly well but our arrangement is better. We don’t share so many classes so this is one of our chances to get a private moment before school.The other option is to let him pick me from the house. My boyfriend might be an expert biker but I am scared to death of bikes. Ben has promised to teach me but nope, I will stick to fighting for now.Their front door swings open and Asher runs to my car with an excitement I never feel on a Monday morning. He is always so happy and I wish I could share some of his happiness. He takes his rightful position in the front and pulls me in for a hug. Ben is not the only one who stole my heart, his younger brother did too.“How was your weekend?” Asher asks. He breaks away from the hug and I smoothen the collar of his white T-Shirt. Ben comes out in a shirt of the same colour but with blue jeans. We
Bullied By The Badboy 48: America’s Got Talent
I don’t wear the clip. It remains in my pocket. “Why do you keep touching your pocket like that?” Maria screams. She’s so loud, thanks to her earbuds. To avoid further yelling, I retract my hand from my pocket. She inserts one earbud into my ear and her melodic voice envelopes me. I press my fingers against it to prevent it from falling off. “Sorry for taking you away from loverboy,” she offers at my glum look, “but this is important.” I respond with a wicked laughter that earns me the look. The look that says something is going on but I don’t want to find out. “What do you think?” We halt at my locker and she releases the second earbud to me. I can barely hear her above the cover of the song blasting in my ears. I tap my foot to the floor in tune to the beat, her voice is insanely good. “It is the song I want to use for AGT.” America’s Got Talent. She believes the shorter version sounds cooler. Kind of. “I need to send it today.”
Bullied By The Badboy 49: Tap, tap, punch
My phone rings. I push it away and press a pillow to my face, screaming my frustrations into it. It is time for training. Ben has a match on Saturday and I promised to help him train. I fought his opponent once. He beat the shit out of me but I lasted all rounds. If he wasn’t so muscled, I might have won.The urge to pick the call and turn him down is strong but I left him at school with a silly excuse I can’t remember now. He had to hitch a ride with another jock. Was he able to pick Asher on time?None of my business. I don’t want to see him again. I don’t want to be his partner. I don’t want to be anything to him. We are wrong for each other.My phone buzzes again. I fling the pillow and a crashing sound echoes. I don’t bother to inspect the damage I might have caused as I push the cover off me. I will save both of us the hurt and break this before things get too far.I pick the phone and hesitate a
Bullied By The Badboy 50: I did it
I walk out. On him, our relationship, our future. I don’t look back, I continue walking.The cold hits me once I’m outside. Tears well up my eyes and everything I said comes rushing back. We are done. I did it. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and blind my vision, my heart thuds so hard I am convinced it will jump out of my chest.The door slams shut behind me, someone barges out and curses. I have a feeling who that is and my heart wants it to be him but I am too much of a coward to turn and find out. I don’t want a confrontation.“We are done when I say we are done.” Ben's shoes appear in my line of view, I can’t meet his gaze so I count the pebbles littered at our feet and kick some of them into the gutter. His hand comes under my jaw but I duck my face. He groans again but my head remains down. “And I am not done, Gracie.”What is he saying? Didn’t he get the memo? We are done. I raise m
Bullied By The Badboy 51: Just us
Ben loses his match.My arms tighten around my torso as the referee raises Ben's opponent’s hand to declare him the winner of tonight’s match. Both of them are breathing heavily with sweat dripping down their bodies. The lights rotate until it is focused solely on Jack. The crowd breaks into a louder scream and a chant begins.Ben searches the crowd for me, I wave and he looks away once our eyes meet. It might have been my imagination but disappointment laced with hurt flashed in his eyes. It wasn’t his fault, he gave his all.I fight through sticky bodies to get out of the auditorium, my toes curl with dread as Ben storms outside. I meet him pacing in front of my car. His hair is wet with sweat rolling down his forehead, he halts when he sees me and starts for the empty road. I race after him, jumping in his way to stop him from leaving.“Ben.” Sweat seeps into my palms as I cup his face. With his eye
Bullied By The Badboy 52: Happy Thanksgiving
“How do I look?” Ben asks for the umpteenth time. We are standing in front of my house and he is convinced my parents hate him. They might give him a tough time but they will be nice, I think. I am not sure. It’s my first time inviting a boy over. Ben smoothens the invisible wrinkles in his suit. If he wasn’t so worried, I would have had time to admire him. He is sexier in a tux. I want to kiss him. “Babe?” “Like a coconut.” He breaks into a smile and I grab his shoulders. “Don’t worry,” I tell him but he is stiff. “They will love you.” Like I love him. No. Not again with these thoughts. They have been haunting me. Do I love him? I don’t know. I cast him one last reassuring glance and push the door open. “Ready?” The parlour is empty. Soft music plays from the speakers under the TV and I roll my eyes. It’s dinner not a wedding reception but trust Mum to go wild and crazy. Ben’s gaze darts to every corner, he barely has time to take i
Bullied By The Badboy 53: Relax
Motorbikes are dangerous. And if Daddy was here, he would tell me the number of people who die from bike accidents yearly.We zoom past a car and I clamp my eyes shut. This is Ben, he is a great biker. I can trust him. We won’t get into an accident. I keep repeating these phrases as the bike glides down the road, passing between cars.My arms are around Ben’s waist in a choke hold, reducing his air supply. I should adjust but it is the only position I am comfortable in. The bike slows to a stop by the roadside, I scowl as the cars we left behind zip past us. Ben pries my hands off his waist, I push my visor up without meeting his gaze.What did I do?With his help, I get down and he takes my hands in his to warm them. I flush at the intensity in his gaze.“Relax.” Easy for him to say because he is the one in control. I huff and he presses a kiss to my lips. “You have to relax to enjoy it. Life w
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