A Group of Bullies

I resist the urge to scoff. What are the chances that he randomly assigns me the word psychopath, and then randomly pairs me with Lucas? No chances. I don’t believe him.

I lift my head and glance around the room. Lucas and Mason are already sitting together, and when I see Lucas glaring at me, a vicious smirk on his face, a sudden wave of defeat fills me. I’m never going to survive this. Not if it’s him.

“Today, Ariella.” Mr. Williams snaps at me when I don’t get up from my seat. I sigh and heave myself up. I reluctantly walk over and slump in the seat left open for me, twisting around to face them.

Mason isn't really a menace on my radar. He's never talked to me, before or after the mass murder. At least, there's that. But then, who knows if he'll end up joining Lucas in my torment.

"Where should we work on the project?" I ask, my voice small.

The two boys sneer at me, and I flinch.

“I’m not going to your place to work on this shit. I don’t wanna die,” Mason spits, hand scratching