All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cyrus BlackwoodI stretched my arms as a yawn escaped my mouth. I noticed a couple students look my way, either to ogle me or out of annoyance, either way I didn't care. They knew better than to approach me like a fool. Normally, people respected me. It’s not something I demanded, it simply happened. People leaned toward certainty, and I learned early that confidence passed for truth when it was delivered without hesitation.I noticed the way people watched me, looking up to me as if I were a saint. It annoyed me to an extent but I would have to just smile and move on; they can’t do anything beyond following me blindly. Most of them only worried about getting on my good side because of my family’s influence over this college but I wanted to keep the dynamic clear. If they wanted to praise me, fear me or hate me; they would have to do it for me.I passed a casual smile to my spectators and looked around the class. None of the students were familiar, mostly because I don't pay attention

Cyrus BlackwoodI pulled out my lighter, a sharp metallic sound cut through the air as I flicked the flint to light my cigarette. I took a deep puff before slowly exhaling. I leaned my elbows on the hood of my car as I kept my eyes trained on the receding figure of the new transfer student. I did not need to look at her face to tell that she was seething. The way her shoulders stiffened when I waved was very amusing. She was catching up to my intentions. That made things clear. I sensed Ethan standing beside me, keeping his eyes on his phone playing some game. “She’s pretty audacious.” I hummed in reply, “she is pretty…” I trailed off as her small figure retreated to a corner, “audacious.” Suddenly, I felt the lights knock out of me as Ryan hooked his arm around my shoulder. His cologne and gym sweat invaded my sense of smell. “Man this is so unlike you,” He grunted, his voice vibrating in my ear as he headlocked me. “By this time you’d have us beating them to a pulp.”"Gosh, let m

Wren CarterLoud alarms pierced the air, waking me up instantaneously. It felt like being spat out from the sea as if I was drowning. I looked at the time and it was 7 am. I had almost two hours to get ready until my class started so I got up immediately. I worked two jobs to make ends meet, starting before sunrise and again at noon. After adjusting my hours for college, I survived on three hours of sleep. Even with a scholarship, I couldn’t afford to slack off.With my father being absent throughout my life, my mother was all I had, and she was always sick. Most of my free time was spent sitting beside her in the hospital. I did not stop by Mom's last night because I had tired myself out at the gas station last night, my other job. Some kids thought it would be funny to go around messing with the slushy machine, which caused it to break down and leak continuously. I stretched and yawned, rubbing my eyes as I slept for two hours only. I was tired beyond limit and my body was in pain

Cyrus BlackwoodI stopped just inches away. Close enough to feel her breath ghost against my skin. Close enough to see every detail I wasn’t supposed to notice. The soda clung to her face, sticky, dripping down the curve of her jaw, catching in the strands of her hair. She should’ve looked wrecked.She didn’t.Her eyes—Still sharp. Still burning. Still locked on mine like she’d rather die than look away. Defiance. Even now. A slow, unfamiliar heat coiled low in my chest. That wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel. She was supposed to shrink.Flinch.Break.Not stand there—messy, humiliated—and still look at me like she was the one in control. My gaze flickered just for a second to her lips, parted slightly as she steadied her breathing. Then back to her eyes. Still there. Still challenging me. Something tightened in my chest.I wondered if she could feel it too. Because the way her shoulders stiffened… The way her breath hitched just slightly—Yeah. She definitely fel

Cyrus BlackwoodThe classroom was in a state of chaos as it always was before the professors came in. I was focusing on the arm wrestling match between Ryan and Ethan. It was more interesting because Ethan decided to humor him. Ryan was struggling despite being 90% muscles but I noticed Ethan was cheating and it was not my place to call him out. I barked out a laugh at a now red Ryan as he finally noticed Ethan’s trick. I wanted to tease him more but the class had gone hushed. I thought the professor was here but it was someone even better, Wren. She made her way through the rows and I noticed she was coming right this way. The laughter around me had quietened as they paid attention to her. Ever since her video went viral, she had been the subject of everyone’s conversation. It was nothing new that everyone was straining hard to eavesdrop for more gossip. And the trick she pulled with my car. It was merely a scratch but at that time it had amused me to see her fight back so I decide