Share
42: Gracie
Stupid me. Stupid tears. Stupid Asher. Stupid Ben. Stupid feelings. I pat my pockets for my keys, I need to leave this stupid place. My search comes up empty and my feet grind to a halt. Come on.
I march in the direction I came from, speedwalking to the small gate. The first place I check is the bleacher. Nothing. I pat my pockets again, refusing to believe I have lost my key. It was here with me.
How do I get home? It’s getting late. My phone is in the car. I look up to the sky and groan. This is all Ben’s fault. I start the sad journey to my car, head cast down, arms wrapped around myself. I don’t know the first thing about picking locks. I don’t even have a bobby pin. The early November chill air hits me, the tip of my nose reddens as I shuffle to my car. I bump into someone, almost falling down for the second time today and my head snaps up.
“Watch where you are going,” I bark, ready to punch sense into the idi
Related chapters
Bullied By The Badboy 43: What are we?
Me: He likes me back. We kissed. Oh, my God. We kissed not to prove a point but because he wanted to. We seem to be doing a lot of kissing but I like it. I don’t really know him but I want to know him. I don’t know what to expect. What do you think I should do? As a guy, would you appreciate it if a girl asked you out? Should I ask him out? Does that make me desperate? It does, right? I will wait for him to ask me.I shove my phone into my pocket without getting a reply. Let was right. It’s easier to chat with a phone. He hasn’t replied my letters and I have stopped checking. If he replies, he will let me know. I walk down the hallway alone. It still feels odd doing it without Maria but the memory from our kiss has me smiling.We kissed again when I dropped him off. He made me walk him to the door of his house and we kissed again. My cheeks heat up from the memory, I almost miss a step. We kiss a lot. I like it and I don’t like
Bullied By The Badboy 44: I’m his Gracie
I can’t stop thinking of Olivia.Chill air blows in through the opened window, I wrap an arm around myself as Abigail darts a murderous glance at me for the umpteenth time. If she’s so mad Ben chose to be with me, why can’t she take it up with him? Same with Olivia. If she wants me to stay away from Ben so badly, why can’t she tell him that?What happened to girl power? Why must we girls hate each other?“Then X gives you five.” Mr Sam’s voice jolts me out of my reverie.He scribbles on the board, rambles some more about X. I don’t think anyone is paying attention since he has repeated the same thing twice. A paper plane hits my temple, I narrow my eyes at the sender and Ben winks. My cheeks turn a shade darker. How did I land him? Ben motions for me to pick the plane at my feet. I delay for a nanosecond to get a reaction from him. He clasps his hands and juts his lower lip.A
Bullied By The Badboy 45: Manipulative bitch
Maria is wrong.Ben likes me. And he proves it by coming up to our table to slide his tray close to mine. His arm goes around my shoulders, I am a blushing mess when he pecks my cheek and Maria shakes her head.“Sorry, babe. Olivia kept me waiting,” he says in an annoyed voice like he didn’t want to be there with her. He pouts and my anger dissolves. “Had stuff she needed my help with. Didn’t know it would take so much of my time. But I’m here now,” he adds with a smile and my heart riots in my chest. “Sorry.”Ben’s gaze roams my face, the pad of his thumb brushes the under of my eyes and my lips spread in a shy smile. Maria must have gotten annoyed by our interaction, she snaps. “She didn’t,” Maria says.We turn to her. “Sorry, what?” Ben says, a wedge between his eyebrows as he awaits her answer.I slide my hands under the table and take hi
Bullied By The Badboy 46: If you hurt her
I was late for class but the moments with Ben were worth it. I step out of the school building as the last bell of the day rings, head bent over my phone. My annoyance fizzles out at Let’s name on my screen. I want to be mad at him for taking this long to reply me but I want to hear from a male. He doesn’t know Ben, so he might be more objective. I throw my bag on the backseat and slide up front to wait for Ben.Let: Asking him out doesn’t make you desperate.Me: Maybe but I am not asking him out. My best friend says it’s the man’s job and I agree with her. I even asked him what we were and he didn’t give me a definite answer. I don’t want to push him away.Let: Baby steps. Let him do it at his own pace. If he doesn’t like you, he won’t be kissing you that much. Boys don’t kiss just any girl. I know I don’t. Take this time to get to know him, kay? What if you find out he dips his fry in his
Bullied By The Badboy 47: Labels
I am picking Ben up today like I have been doing for the past two weeks. His bike is working perfectly well but our arrangement is better. We don’t share so many classes so this is one of our chances to get a private moment before school.The other option is to let him pick me from the house. My boyfriend might be an expert biker but I am scared to death of bikes. Ben has promised to teach me but nope, I will stick to fighting for now.Their front door swings open and Asher runs to my car with an excitement I never feel on a Monday morning. He is always so happy and I wish I could share some of his happiness. He takes his rightful position in the front and pulls me in for a hug. Ben is not the only one who stole my heart, his younger brother did too.“How was your weekend?” Asher asks. He breaks away from the hug and I smoothen the collar of his white T-Shirt. Ben comes out in a shirt of the same colour but with blue jeans. We
Bullied By The Badboy 48: America’s Got Talent
I don’t wear the clip. It remains in my pocket. “Why do you keep touching your pocket like that?” Maria screams. She’s so loud, thanks to her earbuds. To avoid further yelling, I retract my hand from my pocket. She inserts one earbud into my ear and her melodic voice envelopes me. I press my fingers against it to prevent it from falling off. “Sorry for taking you away from loverboy,” she offers at my glum look, “but this is important.” I respond with a wicked laughter that earns me the look. The look that says something is going on but I don’t want to find out. “What do you think?” We halt at my locker and she releases the second earbud to me. I can barely hear her above the cover of the song blasting in my ears. I tap my foot to the floor in tune to the beat, her voice is insanely good. “It is the song I want to use for AGT.” America’s Got Talent. She believes the shorter version sounds cooler. Kind of. “I need to send it today.”
Bullied By The Badboy 49: Tap, tap, punch
My phone rings. I push it away and press a pillow to my face, screaming my frustrations into it. It is time for training. Ben has a match on Saturday and I promised to help him train. I fought his opponent once. He beat the shit out of me but I lasted all rounds. If he wasn’t so muscled, I might have won.The urge to pick the call and turn him down is strong but I left him at school with a silly excuse I can’t remember now. He had to hitch a ride with another jock. Was he able to pick Asher on time?None of my business. I don’t want to see him again. I don’t want to be his partner. I don’t want to be anything to him. We are wrong for each other.My phone buzzes again. I fling the pillow and a crashing sound echoes. I don’t bother to inspect the damage I might have caused as I push the cover off me. I will save both of us the hurt and break this before things get too far.I pick the phone and hesitate a
Bullied By The Badboy 50: I did it
I walk out. On him, our relationship, our future. I don’t look back, I continue walking.The cold hits me once I’m outside. Tears well up my eyes and everything I said comes rushing back. We are done. I did it. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and blind my vision, my heart thuds so hard I am convinced it will jump out of my chest.The door slams shut behind me, someone barges out and curses. I have a feeling who that is and my heart wants it to be him but I am too much of a coward to turn and find out. I don’t want a confrontation.“We are done when I say we are done.” Ben's shoes appear in my line of view, I can’t meet his gaze so I count the pebbles littered at our feet and kick some of them into the gutter. His hand comes under my jaw but I duck my face. He groans again but my head remains down. “And I am not done, Gracie.”What is he saying? Didn’t he get the memo? We are done. I raise m
Latest chapter
- Bullied By The Badboy Thank You
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (VIII*): Benjamin Junior
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (VIII): Breathe through it
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (VII): Candy
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (VI): Theresa Carter
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (V): Show them
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (IV*): Birthday boy
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (IV): My soulmate
- Bullied By The Badboy Bonus (III*): Only you
