All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

LENA'S POVMarcus and Allison eventually left together, Allison still muttering angrily under her breath while Marcus guided her down the hallway with a hand on her lower back. Students basically scrambled out of their way, nobody wanting to be in Allison's line of fire when she was in one of her moods.Jace pulled me into a quieter corner near the water fountains, away from the main flow of traffic. His hand was still wrapped around mine, a warm and solid anchor, there when I needed him most."I'm sure that somewhere in that bag, Allison must have kept some kind of evidence that all of this is just a lie, I can feel it in my gut" I said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "All I want to do is just take a look. Once I do that, I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for and I'll be off the hook. It's the only way.""Whoa, whoa, whoa." Jace held up his free hand, his eyes widening. "What? There's no way you actually think she would be dumb enough to keep evidence like that, do you? I mean,

LENA'S POV"Um, um..." I stuttered, my brain completely failing to come up with a coherent excuse.Great, Lena. You’ve definitely done it this time. Now one of Allison’s minions has found you! Just great!The girl's expression shifted suddenly, her eyes widening with recognition. "Wait. I know you. You're the new popular girl." She took a step closer, studying my face so close I was forced to step back. "You're the one who saved me back then."My mind scrambled backward through recent memories, trying to place where I'd seen her before. Then it clicked, I suddenly that day in the cafeteria. Allison had cornered a junior, pouring water over her head and making jabs at her while Madison and her other friends laughed it up. The girl had been too frozen to do anything other than cry, tears streaming down her face, too terrified to move or fight back.I'd seen myself in her, somehow.The old me, the freshman version who'd endured three years of that exact same treatment. Before I'd ev

My hands shook as I rifled through the contents of Allison's bag, my fingers moving frantically through the contents. “Come on, come on, where is it?” I huffed.I unzipped every little compartment, checked every pocket, pulled out item after item while growing more and more desperate.Makeup. A ridiculously expensive MAC lipstick in a shade called "Russian Red." A compact mirror with Allison's initials engraved in gold.She already had all this stuff, all of this luxury, and somehow it wasn’t enough to make her happy. No, the only thing that made Allison happy was pure human suffering.I tossed the mirror to the side and kept checking.A water bottle—one of those trendy Stanley cups in millennial pink with stickers all over it. Useless.A small leather wallet with what looked like several hundred-dollar bills inside, along with a black Amex card.“Not touching that again. Don’t want to be called a thief” I muttered to myself, carefully putting all the money back inside the wallet.A

My stomach sank as understanding dawned on me. These were all from library books that I'd borrowed over the years, books I'd studied from and made notes in even though you actually weren't supposed to write in library books. But I'd always used pencil and erased everything before returning them. Or at least, I thought I had.Allison must have found those books—maybe she'd bee going through the library's most-borrowed study guides, or maybe she'd followed me and taken note of which ones I checked out. She'd gathered them all together, photographed every single page that had my handwriting on it, and used those samples to create the forged cheat sheets."Oh my God," I whispered, clicking through more images. There had to be fifty photos here, maybe more. And videos too? I wondered what was in those...I we'd just about to press play on one when—"Hey, Lena!"I jumped so violently I nearly knocked the keyboard off the desk. I frantically minimized the window and pulled up a random Goog

"When you what?" Jace leaned forward, his voice dangerous. "When you bullied her for three straight years? When you made her life a living hell? Yeah, we all remember, Allison. The whole school remembers what you did to her. Which is why—““Don’t even!” Allison shot back, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you start getting all high and mighty on me now, because you were right there taking your little jabs at her, just like I was!” “She should be thanking me, really. If I hadn't pushed her, she never would have become who she is now. And look how she repaid me—by stealing my spot as cheer captain, by taking you away from me, by acting like she's better than everyone else when she's just—""That's what this is really about, isn't it?" I found my voice finally, calmly cutting through her tirade. “This isn't about cheating or rules or protecting the integrity of the school. This is about you being pissed that I took things you thought belonged to you. Yes or no? We can at least establish that