BULLY ROOMATE
“Maverick and I ... he bullied me in high school.”
Jordan furrowed his brow. “It just doesn’t add up, ya know. Maverick gets girls easily, why would he bully you—,”
“It’s not because he likes me, Jordan,” I whispered. “He hates me and I don’t know why. He tossed a football at my head yesterday and knocked me down.”
Jordan scoffed. “Seriously? What a dick. You want me to say something?”
“No!” I shouted, shaking my head, suddenly my stomach felt queasy. “No. I’ll make it work.”