All Chapters of ANONYMOUS: IN LOVE WITH MY BULLY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THE AFTERMATHAsher sat on the edge of his bed, his phone pressed against his ear.He hadn't moved much since getting home.His school bag was still lying beside the door.His shoes were still on.His mind was still in that bathroom.Tyler's face.His voice.His hands gripping his collar.And then...The kiss.Asher touched his lips unconsciously.He quickly dropped his hand.He was still trying to make sense of it when Jane's voice came through the phone."...And he kissed you?"Asher closed his eyes."Yes.""Just like that?"Jane sounded genuinely stunned."Yes, Jane."There was a long pause."Okay..."Another pause."Back up."Asher sighed."There's nothing to back up.""You're telling me Tyler Trevor cornered you in the bathroom, argued with you, called you every name under the sun...""I wouldn't say cornered.""Asher.""Fine.""And then he kissed you?""Yes."Jane went silent again.Asher stared at the floor."I don't know what's going on with him."His voice softened."I've tri

LONG TRAIL For the next few weeks, Asher and Elvis were almost always seen together. In the classroom. During lunch. Sometimes in the library. It wasn't anything unusual anymore. After everything that had happened with Brian and Flora, Asher had unexpectedly found himself gaining company in Elvis. Apart from Eleanor, his fake girlfriend, Elvis had become the person he spent the most time with. They studied together, joked around, and sometimes simply sat together without saying much. For the first time in weeks, Asher didn't feel completely alone. Brian noticed. Of course he did. He noticed every time Elvis pulled a chair beside Asher. Every time Asher laughed at something Elvis said. Every time the two of them walked out of class together. It irritated him. More than it should have. But Brian refused to acknowledge it. Whenever someone mentioned it, he simply shrugged. "I don't care." And somehow, he always seemed to say it while looking directly at them. Flora w

THE THREAT The final whistle echoed through the sports complex. The scoreboard flashed. OAKDALE 38 — WESTBRIDGE 44 For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then the Westbridge section erupted. Their players rushed onto the court, celebrating their victory while Oakdale's players stood around, disappointed and exhausted. Tyler remained where he was. His chest rose and fell heavily. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He stared at the scoreboard. Six points. They had lost by six points. "Bro, that was close," Gavin said, walking toward him. Tyler didn't answer. Steve approached from behind and patted his shoulder. "You good?" Tyler shrugged his hand off. "I'm fine." Steve raised his hands. "Alright, damn." Tyler grabbed his towel and wiped his face. His eyes instinctively moved toward the stands. The seat where Asher had been sitting was empty. He looked away. Why did he even care? "Tyler!" His coach called. He turned. "Yes, Coach?" "Lock

THE COMPETITION Monday came sooner than Asher wanted. By the time he entered the classroom, Mr. Marcus was already standing at the front with a folder in his hands. Brian was seated near the window. Flora sat across the room with Mandy and Xalia. Asher took his usual seat and pulled out his notebook. A few minutes later, Mr. Marcus cleared his throat. "Alright, I hope everyone remembers the essay competition we discussed on Saturday." Brian nodded. Flora sighed. Asher opened his notebook. "We need at least two people and can have a maximum of ten," Mr. Marcus continued. "So if any of you know someone who would be useful to the team, now is the time to speak." Before Asher could say anything, a familiar voice came from behind him. "Can I join?" Asher turned. Elvis stood there with his usual grin. Asher smiled. "You?" "Who else?" Mr. Marcus chuckled. "Elvis, you're interested?" "Very." Flora's expression immediately changed. She looked tow

Coming CleanThe alarm clock went off, reminding Asher that today was the day he was finally coming clean to his friends. “Relax. Just be calm and tell them everything!” Jane said over the phone as he paced back and forth in his room. It was 10 a.m., and Asher was already dressed to go to Brian’s place as planned. “Everything?” he stuttered. “Yes, everything. They deserve to know. Besides, Brian pretty much heard everything that day,” Jane explained. Asher sighed deeply. He didn't want to do this. “What if the outcome is negative?” he asked, biting his lip. “Remember, Ashy, you can't force them to continue being your friends. If, after everything you tell them, they don't want to be friends with you, just let them be and move on,” Jane said matter-of-factly. “Besides, true friends stick by you. If they aren't willing to do that, then maybe you should all move on.” Asher tried to convince himself that he wasn't making a mistake. After getting permission from his parents, he bo