Novel & Cerita Bullying Girlfriend

I sat right above her head and closed the album, she looked at me with a frown, "I'm starting to think you're a bully coz you're stronger than me." "You're the one bullying me by laughing." She sighed, "so.. tell me about you...I promise I'll be a good girl." I smiled and opened the album, "fine.. so guys were asking me out and I'd blow them off coz I was concentrating on school a lot and my brothers were like protective. So time went on and this particular guy didn't give up.. and I finally said okay, coz I was tired of him pestering me. Then I was his girlfriend.."

"Yes. You don't have to be seen with me to stand up for me. You just don't want to offend your girlfriend." "My girlfriend?" Shocked at my outburst. "You mean Maya as my girlfriend?" He asked in bewilderment then burst into laughter. "Is this what this is about, you're jealous?" "No!" I yelled, "I'm being bullied. Not everything is about you, not every girl falls at your feet and fights girls to hold the place in your heart." "Are you trying to convince yourself or me?" I opened my mouth in shock. Did the details of what happened just fly over his head or what.

"And of course, I don't like you trying to bully my girlfriend in front of everyone like this." Laura froze. Girlfriend? She had to speak fast before they started carrying this rumor around. Where the hell was Leroy!

"I know Olive wrote hers." I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. All my sacrifices in the past four years were for nothing. I was so blind that I fell in love with someone like him. He fidgeted, eager to say something, but Olive beat him to it. "Even though you're his girlfriend, you can't make him lie for you. Today, I'll show everyone your true colors. You're nothing but a bully, forcing me to give you exam answers and even sending thugs after me."

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything.

"Are you serious? Wait, you are serious. You mean you didn't know?" "Know what?" "Everything she said is true. I'm still reeling from how brave she is to have done that. Thankfully it was a big hit, but it could've gone sideways for her." "I do not understand a word you're saying, mom. Tell me about the bullying and the social media bullshit." "Who else? Your wife and those friends of hers were behind it. You too, so I don't know why you're pretending here now." "Me too what?"

I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. "Hey, SaySay." "SaySay? Okay, spill. I know you have tea. You only use the nicknames when you're spiraling." I switched the call to FaceTime and laid on my bed, staring at her face on the screen. I told her everything—the party, the hickey, the morning, and the hug. "So we're still talking about the girl who's been bullying you and not your girlfriend, right?" Sarah asked, her hand over her mouth in shock.

Caleb says, motioning toward his half–passed-out partner. “Ouch, a pussy girlfriend, and now the boyfriend too?” Avery knows how to push buttons, and she seems to be targeting Caleb this time. “Whoa, dude, that’s harsh,” Jeffery chuckles. “How about a fair game? You drink just like everyone else,” she dares my boyfriend. My boyfriend—I should be defending him, but I feel utterly lost in this new environment. “I’ll—” “Don’t be a party pooper,” Avery cuts him off, playfully tucking her red lipstick–covered bottom lip between her teeth.

she argued. I had only been in two fights my entire life, and both times, I was defending her. Now, those exact moments had become the proof she needed to label me a school bully. It was utterly ridiculous. I shook her hand off, grabbed another glass of liquor, and marched over to Declan. "Since my girlfriend thinks I've been picking on you, I guess I owe you an apology." I downed the drink in one gulp and turned toward the exit. As I reached the door, I paused and looked back over my shoulder.

I decided to spend the next couple of hours tidying up and maybe even baking something to keep my mind occupied until he arrived. As I was on my last batch of cookies, the bell rang continuously, making me rush to the door. There stood Veronica, dressed in a tiny black dress that left little to the imagination. Veronica was one of the bullies from my high school group. I never had many direct interactions with her, but she always laughed at my misery. Even though I love Cole now, I hate the tiny reminders that I am married to someone who used to be my tormentor. I stared at her, trying to keep my composure as she waved her hand in front of my face. “Maid, call Cole. I am his really close fri