3. My Bully
As i predicted, i was just short of the bell for third period. Ten minutes left. Sadly. I didn't even get a note from Mr,James, so i was counted late for my first and second class. Well, my first period teacher probably marked that i skipped it. Either way. My seat was right beside my most dreaded human. I've tried to get my seat moved, but it never works. I sit down beside him and sigh, tired already. He lets out a quiet, amused laugh.
"Yes?" i ask, rudely, but not caring.
"How long before you give up on your fictional teacher romance?" he asks, not really caring what the answer was.
"Shut the hell up." i whisper. He grabs my wrist tightly under the table, likely leaving a bruise.
"Do you really want to start?" he says angrily.
"Do you really want me to act like a child and say 'you started it first'?" i say, acting as if his grip caused me no pain. He throws my wrist out of his grasp, looking at the clock. I look at my thin wrists, seeing a bruise already starting to form from his cruelness.
"Four more minutes until you're being slammed into a locker." he says quietly.
-five minutes later-
Harry (my bully) followed me over to my locker, quickly pushing his side against it as soon as i had opened it, which made me have to open it all over again. He smirked, crossing his arms and leaning up against the Locker beside my own. I shove everything inside my locker that i needed to, then closed it and was about to walk away when Harry grabbed my upper arm, slamming my back against the set of lockers. I gasped, though this wasn't surprising by all means.
"Care to fight back? For once?" he asks. And this time . . .