Dating My bully

~Bathroom Blues~ {5}

School seemed to be dragging on forever today. It was only their period and I was already over it. I was getting up to leave my English class when Mr Clark asked me to stay back. 

"I've spoken to the entire English department and we have all decided this English class isn't challenging you enough. You have gotten 100% on all your assessments so starting tomorrow you're going to move into the seniors English class" Mr Clark told me.

I was proud of myself for doing so well in my class but i'm anxious the senior class will be too hard. I smiled up at Mr Clark and nodded.

"Are you sure i'm good enough for that class?" I asked. This was a great opportunity and all but I am already drowning in homework and the last thing I needed was to take a harder class. It would just stress me out too much.

"Of course you're good enough for the class Thea! You're one of the brightest pupils i've ever had!" Mr Clark reassured me. 

"Oh, ok." I responded. 

"Thank you for the opportunity sir, I won't let you down." I left the class room silently cursing myself for being blessed with my English skills.

As I closed the door behind me Harlee came out of nowhere staring me down. "What were you talked to Mr Clark about?" She questioned.

"English" I mumbled back

"English? I bet he was just trying to get into your pants, or maybe he already has!" she snickered stepping an inch closer to me. "It would sense I have to admit. The fat loser desperate for good grades is the type of girl pedo's go for. You're so pathetic you'll let anyone between your legs" she said.

My stomach knotted up at the word fat. Is that really what I looked like to everyone else? My self-image was so distorted I couldn't tell if it was just my brain playing tricks on me or not.

Harlee just laughed and walked off to join the rest of her friends in the hall. I began to walk towards my locker. I just couldn't get the word fat out of my head. Maybe that's why everyone hated me. I was too fat to be liked. I guess it was my own fault for eating too much. 

As I walked down the hall tears began to well up in my eyes blurring my vision. Determined not to cry in front of anyone I ran to the bathroom before a pool of tears could escape my eyes. Pushing the door open I rushing into the bathroom tears spilling out my eyes. 

Why did I have to be such a loser? I thought food was my friend. I thought it was there for me, comforting me whenever I was upset. But I had been wrong. Food was not my friend. Food was my enemy.

"Stupid. Ugly idiot" I said to myself. I began pacing chanting those words to scold myself. This must be why mum left me. Too embarrassed to have an overweight daughter. Now I'm going to have to eat in the boarding house where my entire school can watch me stuff my face!

"Your not ugly" I heard a voice state. 

"An idiot and stupid, maybe but not ugly" the voice continued. 

I looked up to see Seth looking at me with a very amused expression. He had a small smirk on his face as he finished washing his hands. I couldn't help but notice the bruising on his knuckles, it looked really sore.

I quickly tried to wipe away the salty water drenching my face with the sleeves of my top. I had accidentally walked into the boys toilet.

"I'm sorry" I choked out opening the door to leave embarrassed. I guess Seth had other plans as he slammed his hand on the door above my head, stopping me from leaving. I turned around to look up at him as I sniffled and held back more tears. He was quite tall, I was a lot smaller than he was so he towered over me. He was very intimidating. 

I was caged in.

 "Why are you crying?" he asked. I looked down at the floor, ashamed of myself. I stared intensely at the floor too scared to talk. I was afraid if I opened my mouth I would burst out into tears again. He placed his finger under my chin and pulled it up so my face was looking directly at his.

 "Look at me when I'm speaking to you sweetheart," he said with a stern voice. I just looked into his eyes silently begging him to let me go. He rolled his eyes at me.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Why are you crying" he repeated sounding annoyed.

"I-I'm just having a bad day" I hiccuped as I spoke quietly. His eyebrows raised suspiciously as he studied my face. I squirmed under his gaze. It felt like he was starring at me for hours. I was waiting for the insult or mean comment to come, but it never did. Why wasn't he making fun of me like usual?

"Okay," he said and just like that he took his hand off the door and walked out of the bathroom.

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Sorry, this is a shorter one, wasn't sure what else to add and was feeling lazy 

I have a vague idea of where i want this story to go but it's kind of fun to make up as I go.

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