My Bully

Nichole Mercer doesn't do much. School and then home. All that changes when her mom leaves for six months and she's stuck in the same house as her bully..


1. Change in Plans

“You’re not staying here by yourself and that’s final! Now, go pack your bags and get ready to leave.” My mother yelled back, pointing towards her bedroom door. I glared back at her. “Well, I sure as hell ain’t staying with him. I’d rather sleep outside in a box than be any where near his house. Why can’t i just stay here like he can stay at his own home. You and I both know that it would be way better than me staying with him!” I yelled back, pointing in the general direction of the the dreading house I was being forced to go to.
“ Nichole, i suggest you stop yelling at me and start packing. He will be here soon to get you.” She said in her ‘i mean it’ voice. I groaned.
“ I’m seventeen. I can handle myself! All you have to do is leave a little money for food and pay the bills and I’ll be set! I think I’m old enough to be at home by myself now.” I say, silently praying that she would at least think about it.
“ No. Now go pack.” She said, zipping up one of her three suitcases. I growled.
“Why can’t i just go with you.” I didn’t have to ask because I already knew the answer but I did anyway.
“You know why. It’s a business trip. I’ll be up there for six months but I’ll be back before you know it. I want you to call me everyday and let me know if you need anything.” She said, grabbing her bags and walking past me. I stomped out behind her, giving up on talking her out of it.
I slammed my bedroom door and went straight to my closet, digging out my three bags. I grumbled to myself the entire time i was packing, trying to come up with ways that I could stay busy so I wouldn’t have to be at that house all day. After folding up all the chosen clothes and placing them neatly in one bag, my shoes in the other, i headed into the bathroom to gather my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, my loofa, feminine products, make up and tooth brush, placing them neatly in a bag.
I walked back to my room, not noticing the foot steps behind me. Sighing, i place my bags in one place, grabbing my converses as i sat on my bed. After tying my shoes, i studied myself in my full length mirror. My dark brown hair hung around my waist in waves, having a curl here and there every now and again. My light brown eyes were outlined in a thin line of black eye liner and a little mascara. My dark blue skinny jeans were a little tight, but all my pants was like that. My white shirt hugged my curves but not in a bad way. I looked cute but not trashy. i sighed and pulled my hair up into a ponytail.
“Are you done looking at yourself?” A thick accent asked. I jumped, turning quickly to see who was talking. There he was, in all of his glory. His dark curls were a chocolatey brown, contrasting with his light green eyes. His full lips were in a smirk, showing a hit of dimple in his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him.
“ I didn’t say you could come in my room.” I said, walking over to my bags. i slung one over my shoulder and set the other on top of the largest one, preparing to wheel them out of my room and into a vehicle.
“I’m not in your room, i’m in the doorway. And if i wanted to come into your room, i wouldn’t need your permission to do so. Your mom has done left and told me that i needed to come drag you out of your room.” He said, rolling his eyes at me.
He pushed off my doorway and walked down the hallway. I followed him out, silently saying goodbyes to my house for the next two months. He stopped beside a white suburban, yanking open one of the back doors. Harry snatched my bags from me, carelessly throwing them into the back seat before slamming the door shut and stomping to the drivers side. I watched him walk for a minute before sliding into my own seat in the front. Soon after i was buckled in, we took off.    
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