Keily: Crushing On My Bully Novels & Stories

Yet they didn’t even notice. Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Are you that desperate for attention?” “I bet she’s hoping to get a sympathy screw,” Tiffany said with a laugh. “That’d be like you. Did you fall down the stairs or something?” I pulled the scarf from my neck, exposing the handprint bruise that covered my skin before pulling my hair back to expose the stitches. I heard them gasp. “The only thing I’m desperate for is for you to leave me the fuck alone. I’ve never done anything to you; I’m no threat to you. Stop fucking bullying me, because I have lived with it enough in my life and last week it almost killed me. So, shut the fuck up and stop pissing on people to make yourselves feel bett

Dear moon goddess. I forced spit down my throat, at the same time feeling the beads of sweat around my forehead. Calming myself down, I got to work. Once again, phew. All the while I worked, the images of Piccolo Maestro invaded my thoughts. No matter how I tried to chase them away, I failed. I couldn't help but feel annoyed at Mia. She probably had done this on purpose. Yes, to spite me. I sighed. I couldn't tell what joy people derived from bullying others. Like why exactly do they do that? It was just awful.

× Trix × “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demands, crossing her arms akimbo. “You think you can just control everything with a look, with a word?” “Maybe I can,” I reply, her words getting on my nerves. “Maybe I already do.” I see her clench her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check. Fvck that. “You think you’re so powerful, don’t you? But you’re just a bully. A bully with a fancy title,” she says.

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

“Are you even listening to me?” “I freaking have now you listen. “ I peered him right in the eyes. “I will never spend the rest of my life with a Bully like you.”

I cried so hard that I could barely catch my breath. Lucy pulled me close, gently patting my back. "I've been through too much to fear them, and Kyle's always had my back. But Wayne won't do that for you, Melanie. You're too naive. I'm afraid you'll spend your whole life paying for it." I broke down, releasing all the frustration I'd been holding inside. I'd never felt so humiliated in my life. Wayne's eyes darkened with anger, and he seemed ready to strike someone, but Kyle quickly restrained him by twisting his arm.

I was about to hit send when Cole took the phone from my hand, making me jump as I tried to grab it back from him, but in vain. “You’re being too nice,” he said grumpily. “I’m nice, unlike you,” I retorted, standing up on the bed to reach his height, but he was having fun at this point. “How are you still literally a bully?” He laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Some things never change, I guess.”

Kyle said before he sped off with his super-speed making my hair get stuck in my mouth again before I could say anything. "That jerk!" I yelled and Kimmel laughed and started to drive. " What's funny?!" I asked, genuinely hurt that he laughed at what Kyle did to me. " Is it fun to watch him bully me?" " It's fun to watch him bicker with someone like a teen again. That boy hasn't had much happiness you know... It's adorable to see him act like a kid again." Kimmel said as he drove, a smile was on his face as he spoke.

Silas; Yeah, yeah. Fay; Just send the picture to me. Silas; Which? Fay; You know which. Silas; I doughnut know such tIN. Fay; You really are a clown. Silas; Hehehe I know. You love this clown, bitch. Fay; Dfhjjkldfghjkln. I laid down on my bed with my eyes wide open immediately after texting with Silas. The few last texts we exchanged were still clear in my head, where he said I love this clown, which was him.