Bully

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

See end for authors notes. :)

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"Earth to Isa."

The sharp pronunciation of my name and the registered silence throughout the room of my first period Math class blinks me back to reality.

Mr Lyon stands at the front of the room, one hand pointed to a question up on the smart board and the other pointed towards me.

"Isa, did you do the question? It was the assigned homework for the weekend."

I bite back a sigh."No, sir. I'm sorry I ...couldn't."

A surprised expression forms on Mr Lyon's face and he says. "That's not like you, Isa." Before turning away, looking for the next victim to pounce on.

Of course I couldn't have done my homework over the weekend-I hadn't done anything over the weekend.  Ever since that day at Xavier's house where he had pinned me up against his room wall and declared what his intentions were with me, I just hadn't been myself.

Had Xavier seriously been implying what I thought he was implying? And if so, didn't that heavily contradict his behaviour towards me so far? Whatever the case was, I didn't know because I'd had no way of contacting him over the weekend and now sitting here at school, knowing that we were in the same building, I felt a growing, imminent sense of danger.

The class goes on like this for a while. Me emptily staring at Mr Lyon as he teaches while my mind is in a completely different room. That is until the noise level in the room rises exponentially high and a few girls jump out of their seat, giggling while flocking to the window.

I glance up, curious, just in time to hear Mr Lyon say. "I know the football team is outside, but can we please, out of respect for me as your teacher wait until I'm done the lesson first."

At the mention of the team, I turn my head to stare out the window, quickly understanding what all the commotion was about. Outside grants a clear view, of muscular chiselled bodies in the glistening in the sun, running across the track. Most noticeable out of all them is Clyde and I have to force myself to tear my eyes away from the magnificent sculpture that is his bare upper- body.

I missed Clyde, in a purely platonic way. He had recently committed to the Ivy-League University that he would be playing football at post secondarily. His spot was now basically already guaranteed, meaning that there was no longer any use for our tutoring sessions.

I had been devastated when he'd told me Saturday morning. Tutoring sessions were my only actual way of interacting with him. Now it's become an impossible task.

"Mr Lyon?" Rebecca's soft voice pierces through the air of the classroom.

Mr Lyon sighs, once again disrupted from his teachings, to look at the girl. "Yes, Rebecca."

"Can I use the bathroom please?" She says smiling sweetly.

It was obvious why she was leaving and I'm sure it's obvious to Mr. Lyon as well, but because Rebecca Clermonte is Rebecca Clermonte, he simply nods and says, "Sure, be quick."

Rebecca smiles victorious, quickly exiting the room and not even a few moments later I can spot her outside, giddily making her way toward where the boys are on the track, followed by two of her other friends.