Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

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English class. Mrs. Summer's seems to be late because the class is already 30 minutes done and she's still not coming in.

I'm just busy reading the selection for next week's assignment when I feel a paper plane hitting the back of my neck.

It doesn't hurt, but it caught me by surprise.

So, I swivel my butt in the seat and look at the group of jocks and cheering squad members laughing at me with big faces.

"Sorry Kim, can you pick that up?" one of the jocks, Yeji, asks me—eyes staring down at the plane on the floor.

Should I pick it up? Or maybe I shouldn't.

I don't know, really, because to me it seems stupid to pick up a paper plane and... give it back to her.

Maybe I should just—

And before I could bend down and grab the plane, somebody's already doing that for me.

I smell cinnamon and vanilla as dark brown hair covers my face and disappears again.

I look up to the person who picked up the plane for me and inwardly gasp when I see it's Hanni.

Did she just—

Yeji gives her an amused look though.

"Oh, what's this? Can this be true? The great Hanni Pham helping out the nerd?" she gasps, causing the group of popular people to laugh along.

Hanni rolls her eyes and smirks at her.

"First of all, lumpy, I'm not helping this loser out." She snarls, side eyeing me as I feel my cheeks blush.

"I only got this because I'm the Vice President of this school, and as much as I hate rules, no. littering." She hisses, crumping the plane to a ball before throwing it at Yeji's face—hitting her right in the eye as she groans in pain and cups her eye.

I'm about to open my mouth to say thank you when, all of a sudden, I feel Hanni's hand grabbing my hair tightly and tugging me closer to her body, and I whimper because it kind of hurts.

"And this nerdy—" she shouts, looking at everyone in the room. "—this is my target. Bully her all you want, but first you all gotta' get my permission first." She ends, throwing my head back as I fix my messy hair.

She walks to the seats beside one of the cheering squad members and narrows her eyes on a few of them.

"So next time you want to torture nerdy with some small baby airplane—" she goes on, laughing at Yeji because, yeah, it's quite stupid and kindergarten to bully someone with a paper plane. "—think of something better to do because you're just lame, Yeji."

And with that, she plops down on her seat, and all the jocks and cheerleaders that were once fascinated by Yeji turned to Hanni and started talking to her non-stop.

I smile at her even though she doesn't see me and giggle at Yeji, who's glaring at Hanni while whining about her eye as even the jocks don't ask if she was okay.

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I can't help but feel happy because at least Hanni thinks of me as her property—well, on the torture side.

Fuck, I'm sick—I'm happy because I'm her slave?

Yeah, there must be something wrong with me and I swivel in my seat to face the front again as I turn to the next page of my book.

Mrs. Summer's never came inside, but a substitute teacher did, and he's hot.

Don't ask me, ask all the girls in my class who followed him like a hawk as soon as he walked through the doors of the room.

"Hola, class." He must be the new Spanish teacher that got hired when the old one didn't even know how to speak it. And the accent just made every girl melt in their seats.

I laugh because it's so funny to look at.

"Mrs. Summer's is sick and I'll be filling in today." He explains, his eyes turning to look at the clock in the top wall behind me.

"For the last 10 minutes." he adds, laughing and making every girl laugh with him too.

I furrow my eyebrows and scan the room because they're acting quite ridiculous right now.

He's twice our age, they can't possibly think of him in that way. They can dream, but it's just not going to happen.

"So, she left me with an assignment for you all." He drags, tapping his pencil on his head as he pulls out a sheet of paper from inside his folder.

"You're going to be grouped and then present this next week."

Everybody groans, and I can't help but blush because I guess I was the only one who was jumping on my seat in excitement.

I love group work; it makes me get to know other people—even if I'm already a senior and only have Haerin as a friend. Pity.

"Oh—scratch that, it's a pair work." He corrects himself, smiling to the class as I feel people sighing at him, their bodies almost fainting.

What. The. Heck.

"So, as I call your name, sit beside each other, and I don't know, with 5 minutes left, I guess you can just say hi." he says, gesturing his hands around before he started to call names.

And I'm half-jumping in my seat because I'm wondering who's going to be my partner... I just really hope it isn't Hanni—

"Pham and Kim." he announces, causing all heads to turn to both of us.

My jaw drops and I feel my skin turn paler.

"Como?" I hear her sultry sexy voice ask in disbelief from the group behind me. "Excuse me, can you repeat what you just said?"

The Spanish teacher looks at her with something in his eye, probably curiosity because she speaks Spanish too.

"You're Pham right?"

I can feel her rolling her eyes at him. "Yes." she answers.

He smiles at her. "Okay then, you're paired with Kim." he says, crossing his arms together.

"And that's it, class—go say hi because you only have 3 minutes left."

There's shuffling all around the room and I stay frozen in my seat, contemplating if I should stand up and go to Hanni or wait for her here.

I'm nibbling on my lower lip as I slowly turn around in my seat and look at my crush.

She's just sitting there, playing with her nails while listening to the group beside her and I can see that she has no plan on walking to me.

So, I sigh, gather my things and stand up to go to her when my book falls.

Groaning, I bend down to pick it up just as the bell rings, and my eyes widen as I snap my body back up and avert my eyes around the room, looking for Hanni.

Too busy finding her is a bad thing because now she's right beside me, and before I know it, she's bumping her shoulder against my own as she decides to pass by me.

I fall back on my seat and whimper.

"Too slow, nerdy." she says, smirking at me before going out of the room, leaving me in a chair that's halfway down because she bumped me too hard.

It's a good thing I was holding on to the edge of the table, or I'd fall.

Looking up at the ceiling, I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Hanni Pham is definitely going to be the death of me, and I don't mind at all.