Todos los capítulos de My Bully Next Door: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

EllaI have seventeen college tabs open on my laptop and somehow know less about my future than I did two hours ago.One school has an amazing psychology program but is eight hours away.Another is four hours away and has dorm rooms that look suspiciously like prison cells.The school Mom attended is forty minutes from home.Then there’s the college recruiting Beckett.I stare at that tab longer than I should.“Absolutely not.”I jump.Lila is standing behind me holding two sodas.“Jesus!”“What are you doing?”“Research.”“You’re stalking your boyfriend’s college.”“I am not.”She puts the sodas down.“What’s their psychology program like?”I hesitate.Her eyes narrow.“Ella.”“I was curious.”“You were curious whether you could go there.”“Maybe.”She drops onto my bed.“Do you even like the school?”“I’ve never been there.”“Exactly.”I close the tab.“Can you not make this into something?”“I’m not. You are.”Annoying.Accurate.I hate when she does that.“Beckett told me not to p

EllaI assume I’m in trouble when Mrs. Grant asks me to stay after class.This is ridiculous because I have never been in trouble in Mrs. Grant’s class.Or really any class.I once apologized to a substitute because somebody else was talking.Still, my brain immediately starts sorting through every possible crime I’ve committed.Did I forget an assignment?No.Did she somehow find out Lila and I spent half of study hall ranking our teachers by who would survive a zombie apocalypse?Unlikely.Although Mrs. Grant was number two.She has strong survival energy.“Ella?”I realize everyone else has left.“Sorry.”Mrs. Grant smiles.“Sit down for a minute.”That does not help.Teachers never say sit down for a minute before telling you something fun.I lower myself into the desk closest to hers.“If this is about the essay, I can redo it.”Her eyebrows rise.“You got a ninety-eight.”“I know, but—”“Ella.”“Right.”I stop talking.She opens a folder.“I wanted to ask if you’ve started apply

EllaThere is a girl crying in the bathroom.I know this because I have spent enough time crying in school bathrooms to recognize the specific sound of somebody trying very hard not to cry in a school bathroom.It’s different from regular crying.Quieter.Controlled.You wait until the hand dryer starts before you sniff.You wad toilet paper against your face instead of blowing your nose because somebody might hear.And when the bathroom door opens, you stop breathing.I stand at the sink with my hands under the water.The girl in the last stall goes completely silent.I could leave.There were plenty of times when I wanted people to leave me alone.But there were also times when I desperately wanted somebody to notice.Figuring out which one this is feels impossible.So I dry my hands.Then I sit on the counter.“I have sour gummy worms.”Silence.“This isn’t a trick. I genuinely have a concerning amount of candy in my backpack.”Still nothing.I wait.Finally, a tiny voice comes fro

EllaThere is something deeply satisfying about watching Beckett Cross lose an argument to his mother.“I have plans.”Laura doesn’t even look up from the tray of flowers she’s unloading from the back of her SUV.“So do I.”“My plans don’t involve dirt.”“Mine involve you putting those mums by the porch.”Beckett looks at me for support.I take a sip of my coffee.“Don’t drag me into your family problems.”“You’re supposed to be on my side.”“I am.”“Then help me.”“Oh, absolutely not.”Laura smiles at me.“I like her.”“Everybody likes her better than me.”Mason appears from behind the garage wearing gardening gloves that reach halfway to his elbows.“I don’t.”Beckett points at him.“Thank you.”“I like dinosaurs better.”“Never mind.”It’s Saturday morning, and what was supposed to be Beckett picking me up for breakfast somehow turned into Laura announcing that since football season is winding down, her oldest son can finally contribute to the household he lives in.Personally, I t

BeckettI wake up with Mason’s foot on my face.Not near my face.On it.His heel is pressed against my cheek while the rest of him is sideways across the hotel bed like he spent the night fighting demons.I shove his leg away.He doesn’t move.Dad is asleep in the other bed, peacefully unaware that his youngest child is trying to murder his oldest.I check the time.6:42.Fuck.I roll over.Mason’s arm immediately smacks me in the chest.That’s it.I’m going to college.⸻Breakfast is downstairs, and Ella is already there when I arrive.She’s sitting with Mom, hair piled on top of her head, wearing leggings and one of my hoodies.I stop.She looks up.“What?”“My hoodie.”She looks down.“Oh.”“You stole my suit jacket and now this.”“You left this at my house.”“That doesn’t transfer ownership.”“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”Dad walks past me.“She’s right.”“Whose family are you people?”Ella smiles over her coffee.I sit beside her.“Sleep okay?”“Your mom doesn’t kick.”