In this house, my room had no lock because I wasn’t allowed any privacy.
Stacy stood by my bed, her icy, resentful gaze sweeping over me inch by inch.
Then, suddenly, she laughed.
“Sis, this time, it’s your turn to get bullied by him. To fall into a twisted love-hate relationship with him.”
I wasn’t sure if she arranged something in advance, but the next morning, the moment I stepped into Class Thirteen with my backpack, a book came flying straight at me.
I tilted my head slightly and dodged it.
A lazy voice sounded from up ahead.
“Who said you could dodge?”
Nicholas lounged in his chair, legs crossed and propped up on the desk, looking at me with an air of arrogance.
“Forget it, I’ll give you a chance.
“Pick up the book, hand it to me respectfully, and let me throw it again. Then I’ll let you off for the morning.”
Hearing his words, my eyelashes fluttered slightly.
I bent down, picked up the book from the floor, and walked toward him, step by step.
The guys standing beside him smirked, their eyes filled with disdain and undisguised malice.
I smiled. “Like this—?”
Without warning, I swung the book, its hard spine slamming viciously into his nose.
“Ahh!!—”
Nicholas shot up from his chair, yelling in pain.
He clutched his nose, blood streaming down his fingers.
Then, suddenly, he flashed me a cold, sinister smile.
“You shameless woman. You dared to hit me? You’re done for.”
The guys around him looked furious, ready to close in on me.
Fortunately, at that moment, the teacher walked into the classroom.
“This is our new transfer student, Lucy Lowe. She placed second in the entrance exam. I hope everyone gets along well and learns from her.”
“Oh, an honor student.”
Nicholas let out a slow, mocking laugh. “Don’t worry, teacher. We’ll make sure Lucy feels right at home.”
…
His methods of bullying were nothing new.
The same tired clichés straight out of those overused school drama plots.
Planting thumbtacks on my chair.
