Todos los capítulos de My Bully Next Door: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Ella POVI hate Mondays.I hate school.I hate this version of myself the most.The one that walks into a room already bracing for impact.The one that feels every stare before it even happens.The one that knows—knows—no matter what I do, it’s never right.I tug at the sleeves of my hoodie as I walk down the hallway, pulling them over my hands like that somehow makes me smaller. Like that somehow makes me disappear.It doesn’t.It never does.If anything… it makes it worse.Because now people notice.They always notice.“Why does she dress like that?”“She’d look better if she actually tried.”“She thinks she’s hiding something.”My throat tightens.They’re right.I am hiding.Because the second I don’t…Saturday happens.My chest constricts at the memory.The pool.The looks.The whistles.The way people stared at me like I was suddenly something else—something new—something they could see.It should’ve felt good.It didn’t.It felt like being exposed.Like standing in the middle of

Ella POVThe last thing I want to do is spend more time with Beckett Hayes.Unfortunately, my English teacher apparently hates me.“You’ll need to have your rough draft outline done by Wednesday,” she says from the front of the classroom while everyone starts packing up. “Since this is a partner grade, I expect you both contributing equally.”My stomach sinks all over again.Partner grade.Meaning I can’t avoid him.Great.The bell rings and chairs scrape across the floor as everyone starts heading for the door. I shove my notebook into my bag quickly, trying to leave before Beckett says anything.“Ella.”Too late.I close my eyes for half a second before turning around.He’s leaning back against his desk, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans, expression unreadable.“What?” I ask.The word comes out sharper than I mean for it to.Or maybe exactly as sharp as I mean.His jaw ticks slightly.“We need to work on the project.”“I know how assignments work.”His eyes narrow a fractio

Beckett POVBy Tuesday morning, I already know something’s off.You can feel it when you walk into school.The looks linger too long.Conversations stop for half a second when I pass.People glance between me and Ella like they’re trying to solve something.Fantastic.Exactly what I didn’t need.I slam my locker shut harder than necessary, jaw tight.Sean appears beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his varsity jacket.“So,” he says casually, “you and Ella having little late-night study dates now?”There it is.I keep my expression blank. “It was for class.”“Uh huh.”I glare at him.He smirks.“People are talking.”My stomach twists instantly.“With what?” I ask flatly.Sean shrugs. “You’ve been around her a lot.”“We have a project.”“Sure.”I hate that tone.That knowing tone.Because there’s nothing to know.Nothing happening.Nothing that should even remotely matter.Except my brain immediately flashes to last night.Ella curled up on the couch.Her voice going soft.

Ella POVI should have known better.That’s the worst part.I actually let myself forget who Beckett Carter really was for a second.A stupid, pathetic second.The kitchen feels too small after his words.You’re not even my type, Ella.I can still hear it.Over and over.Like someone carved the sentence directly into my brain.Mason is thankfully distracted by his dinosaur sandwich again, humming to himself while kicking his legs under the chair. Beckett had gone silent after his little explosion, like maybe he regretted saying it.Too late.Way too late.I busy myself cleaning the stove because if I look at either of them right now, I might cry.And I refuse to cry in front of Beckett.Not again.Not ever again.“You burned the grilled cheese,” Beckett mutters awkwardly behind me.I stare at the pan.The bread is slightly darker than normal.“Guess I did.”My voice sounds numb even to me.A heavy silence fills the kitchen.Then Mason speaks.“Ella?”I turn instantly, softening automa

Ella POVI don’t look back.Even when I can feel every single person in that hallway staring at me.Even when my chest feels like it’s caving in.Even when part of me desperately wants Beckett to follow me.I keep walking.Because if I stop?I’ll cry.And I am absolutely not crying in the middle of school again.My hands shake as I push through the bathroom door near the gym hallway. The second it closes behind me, I grip the sink hard and stare at myself in the mirror.God.I look pathetic.My eyes are watery.My cheeks are flushed.And worst of all?Hope still lingers somewhere inside me like an idiot.Because Beckett snapped for me.Over me.The hallway saw it.Everyone saw it.And somehow that almost hurts more.Because now the rumors are going to get worse.Now people are going to stare even more.Now girls are going to whisper things like:Why her?And honestly?I’d wonder the same thing.I let out a shaky breath and press my palms against my eyes.Why does this hurt so much?Wh