Her Bully (Original)

Chapter 1

"This was a mistake," I mumble, smoothing the front of my silk dress nervously.

I stare up at the banner over the front doors that reads, 'Welcome Back Class of 2012!'

I roll my eyes and look at my phone, 6:00pm. Okay, I'll show my face, chat with a few of my former teachers, then make a run for it. I have no intention of staying until 10pm when the reunion is over.

I honestly don't know why I decided to come. High school was a nightmare for me, the acne, the glasses, the anonymity. There's not a thing I miss about this place. No one would notice or even care if I didn't attend the reunion; just like no one noticed during high school.

I cringe at the memories that come flooding back when I look up at the building. Memories I've worked hard to forget since graduation. I was invisible to most of the high school population, except Devon Kingston, to him I was a target.

"Fuck it," I grumble, turning around ready to head back to my car.

"Eve? Is that you?" a voice stops me before I can make a break for it.

I turn around, surprised to see my former classmate Heather smiling at me. Heather was one of the few people who acknowledged my existence and was friendly. I wouldn't say we were best friends, but we did hang out a bit over the weekends and carpooled to school when I didn't have a car.

"I knew it was you, Eve. Wow, you look great!" Heather grins, stepping closer. She looks the same, flowing blonde hair and mile long legs.

I give her a quick hug, "It's nice to see you, Heather. It's been years."

She gives me a kind smile, "Sure has. You look totally different, I only recognized you by your hair. No one else has that shade of red."

I touched my hair, I'd started dying it red in high school. It's the only thing that I haven't changed. I thought about dying it back to brown when I was called "red tomato" or "fire head". But, for whatever reason, I never did. Maybe in my own way, it was my attempt to stand up to my tormentor, one of my only attempts.

I return her smile and shrug, "It kinda stuck around all these years."

She nods towards the doors, "You heading in?"

I bite my lip, thinking about lying and saying I've already mingled and have to leave early. But I look at Heather all smiles and friendly eyes and decide to give it a shot.

"Just about to," I reply, adjusting my dress.

"Let's walk in together, like old times." She takes my arm and pulls me with her.

When we walk into the main hall, it looks almost the same as it did ten years ago. The floors are still a faint dusty white and the walls a neon blue. The lockers are still the same beat up dented metal that somehow passed as lockers.

"Place hasn't changed," Heather notes, looking around.

We follow the obvious trail of balloons to the old gym. In front of the double doors, sits a table decorated in school colors. A woman sits behind it, with a bored expression that rivals mine.

"Names?" She asks, not looking up from her phone.

"Heather Charles and Eve Indigo," Heather responds.

The woman looks up, before giving Heather a small grin, "Oh, hey Heather."

"Nice to see you again, Coline."

Coline checks Heather's name off the list taped to a clipboard and starts writing her name on a name tag.

"She your plus one?" Coline asks, quickly nodding my my direction.