The Bullies' Slave 1

73- ONLY GOD CAN STOP THEM!

73- ONLY GOD CAN STOP THEM!

The scent of spice filled my nostrils as I stepped into 'Cibo Lucia', the Italian restaurant owned by Brandon's grandmother. My friends and I had decided earlier today, to hang out here as soon as school was over. The restaurant was not so big but it was beautiful and gave a comfortable feeling.

"Shayne, did you somehow let them know we were coming?" I traced Crystal's pointed finger and saw the bullies all seated in a booth. Shayne shook his head.

"I had no idea they were coming here." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Really? That's unbelievable." I muttered.

"Well, they must have decided on the group chat. I haven't checked." He said, glancing at them. I shrugged. Ever since that Crystal's statement yesterday, it was like I'd been expecting Shayne to suddenly betray us. We all remained silent as we passed by the bullies. However, Ryan didn't.

"Awww come on, y'all are going to pretend you suddenly don't know us?" His loud voice dominated the restaurant, attracting stares towards us.

"Oh bother someone else, Ryan!" Crystal snapped.

"Come on Crys. Don't act like you don't miss us." I glanced at Ryan to see him a smirk plastered on his face. He was doing it on purpose. I watched Crystal grit her teeth. He was getting to her. Thankfully, Lucas placed his hand on her shoulder and she relaxed. We finally took our seats, three seats from the bullies. Lucas, Cecilia and Crystal sitting opposite Shayne and me.

"Miss them?" Crystal scoffed. "He has no idea! All of them don't!" I could feel the anger radiating off of her. The fact that she used to be friends with them was pretty difficult to fathom. Or probably it was Candice who brought both parties together.

"What should we order?" Shayne said in an attempt to change the topic. He succeeded though, as we all chose whatever we wanted from the menu. I went for one of my favorite Italian dishes, Pasta e fagioli or Pasta fasul as we often call it. It was one dish I usually ordered whenever my family visited an Italian restaurant. We decided to chat a little while the waiter took our various orders.

"Are you good?" Shayne suddenly whispered to me. I turned to see him giving me a concerned look. I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged.

"Wow, Sam! I feel like this is more about me. Have I offended you or something?" He asked, concern all over his face. I stared at him for some seconds before turning away.

"No, Shayne." I whispered. He nodded, pursing his lips. He obviously wasn't pleased with my response but I guess he decided to let it be.

Or so I thought, because as soon as we had finished our meals and were headed towards our cars, Shayne excused not only himself, but me as well. I raised an eyebrow as Shayne pulled me along. I didn't like the fact that that made me kind of giddy. My friends equally wore curious looks as well as I bade them goodbye.

Shayne took me towards our cars  which were parked beside each other and we stood in between. He then released my hand, folded his arms as he rested his back on his car.

"Did you have fun today?" Shayne asked. I nodded with a small smile.

"Yes I did." I actually did have fun chatting with my friends but a lot kept playing in my mind and more often than not, I found myself sort of spacing out.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong." Shayne said. My eyebrows shot up.

"Gosh, Shayne, no." I sighed. "You didn't do anything wrong."