Falling For My Bully
“Last week he said ‘Nice try, buddy,’ when I got a question wrong. That man is a menace.”
“He looks like he eats chalk for breakfast,” Mic added. “I bet he sleeps in a filing cabinet.”
Henry didn’t even look up from his food. “He’s the reason I’ve developed emotional allergies to whiteboards.”
Cue the uncontrollable laughter. Even Cilia cracked a full smile.
For a little while, we forgot our drama.
* * * * * * * *
Later that evening, I headed home.
As I rolled onto the training ground behind our house, the soft hum of insects and faint chirping of birds filled the air. Andrew was already there, setting up the targets in silence. He glanced over his shoulder when he saw me, offered a small no
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