Dear Bully, you are too late

I couldn’t understand what I had just heard.“Leon.” I rose to my feet.Leon ignored me, his eyes remained on Kenna. I gripped the hem of my skirt as I waited for him to look at him.“You kissed me, Leon.” When I couldn’t wait any longer, I blurted out the truth.A dark glare was instantly sent my way, and it made my heart shutter.“Yeah, I did, and I got some good cash doing it too.” Leon made his way to me. “Do you know how traumatized I feel to subject myself to something as disgusting as that.”My heart lodged in my throat. Back when we were kids, Leon would always stand up for me, but this was something else.“Listen to me, Alyson. I did you a favor. As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me for giving you an experience you would not have in a long time.” Leon chuckled, and everyone in the hall started laughing.“Right,” Kenna stepped forward. “She’s making look like you were happy doing it.” She said, and turned to me, her body resting on Leon’s arm. “You’d never be worth i

No. It couldn’t be.Standing in front of me was the one person I wanted to avoid—Leon Caster.I raised my gaze, and my eyes met his father. At first, the words around me blurred. I couldn’t hear what my mother was saying.All I could think of was how I parted with Leon, by slapping his face. Now my family needed the help of his. Anger burned within me.“It’s okay, Alexandra. You have helped me with more.” Mr. Caster gave my mother a smile, and although I didn’t understand, I was glad she could finally get some help.Later that night, in a small apartment besides the large estate building, my mother sat with me.“I made arrangement with Jake. You’d be following Leon to school now, it’s easier that way. Jake offered.”My chest burned, and I clenched my fists hard, but a smile still appeared on my face.I didn’t want to make her worry, “Okay Mum. Thank you so much for everything.” I hug her, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes.The next morning, we arrived at school, and as soon

“ I want to believe that you did not hear me clearly so I’ll state it again, let go of her hand” leon said. I”m surprised that Jaxton did not let my hand go, this is the first time someone did not worship leon and boy does he look pissed off. “You have 5 seconds to let go of her hand” leon’s voice echoed in the basketball court.One….Two….Jaxton did not glance back, he just kept walking off with my hands still in his. “I could hear kenna questioning Leon on why he is so angry as I walked off”.As we stepped into the hallway, I can feel everyone staring at me, wondering why the new student is holding hands with me.I tried to pull my hands away but Jaxton held it tighter. “Was he dared to hold hands with her? I heard someone ask. “Poor boy, I’ll rather fail all my classes than be caught holding hands with her” another answered.I lowered my head.I don’t know why their statement still hurts, I should have been used to it by now. Ever since Leon started embarrassing me publicly

Can today get any worse? Of course this man has to be joking. There is absolutely no way he expects me to tutor Leon. I stared at Professor Bennett, waiting for him to laugh and tell me it was all a misunderstanding. He didn't. "Sir..." I began carefully. "With all due respect, I don't think that's a good idea." He looked at me over the rim of his glasses. "And why is that?" I hesitated. How was I supposed to explain that the person he wanted me to tutor had made my life a living nightmare? I couldn't exactly say that. Instead, I settled for the safest answer. "I'm sure Leon would rather have someone else." Professor Bennett smiled knowingly. "Actually..." He leaned back in his chair. "I spoke to Leon before calling you in." My stomach tightened. "He already agreed." For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. What? Why? Leon hated being told what to do. Back in junior year, he'd refused to attend three weeks of detention because the vice principal "couldn't tell him

The library door clicked shut behind me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The study room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of pages from students outside. Leon had already made himself comfortable. He slouched in the chair opposite mine, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his phone occupied all of his attention. Not once did he look up. I placed my books on the table and pulled out my notebook. Taking a slow breath, I reminded myself why I was here. This wasn't for Leon. It was for Professor Bennett. And if I could somehow survive the next two hours, maybe this arrangement wouldn't last long. "Okay," I said, forcing a professional tone. "Professor Bennett said you've been struggling with Statistics." No response. I waited. Nothing. I glanced up. He was still scrolling through his phone. "Leon." Silence. I cleared my throat. "Can we at least start with what topics you don't understand?" Nothing. My fing