Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

F I F T Y

M I N J I
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This day could only get better.

"What are you staring at, Harry Potter?" Hanni growls menacingly at a young boy wearing the same glasses as Harry Potter.

I'm huddling by the corner with Hyunseo, who's watching intently.

"N-Nothing, I-I'm so s-sorry."

Hanni chuckles darkly and clucks her tongue, stomping her feet forward.

"Doesn't seem like your eyes know nothing—I know I'm hot, but I do not appreciate you staring lustfully at girls you can't get," she hisses, causing the cheering squad members around her to giggle at the boy's flushed cheeks.

Being a nice person, I always hated it when violence was around.

If there would be fights, I'd try my best to help stop it, but that's only when it happens outside of school. But inside? That's like a death wish to me.

I honestly don't like how Hanni just bullies people around whenever she wants.

I'm happy she's changing for me, but I want her to change for others too.

She has to know that there are really good people out there who can be her friends and stuff.

If she keeps being mean, no one's going to stick around.

"What about I flash you my boobs? Will that satisfy your tiny boner?" she taunts with a smug smirk on her lips, winking at the cheering squad members who laugh with her, the poor boy nearly crying buckets on the floor.

I clenched my fist when I heard it.

Really, Hanni? You're gonna show him your boobs?

This is what I mean—she can't just do this. If she does, it's only going to bite back at her, and even if I'm there to save her when that happens, I can't always be there. She has to have a group of friends that she trusts.

And really, I just don't like it when she bullies people, and that includes me. Not on purpose, of course, just when she has to, so that no one would get suspicious.

Like this morning when we entered the school together, I accidentally slipped on my shoelaces and pushed her by accident.

If we were alone, we'd laugh about it, but we weren't, so Hanni toughened up and bashed her mean words at me.

She apologized profusely in the bathroom where we re-met.

It's adorable, I know it is—seeing her have a double life, but this senior year, our last year, it's got to stop.

"Don't forget to flush the dump when you use your left hand, Harry Potter. Want to know why?" she snickers, kicking his shin while leaning down to glare right into his sad eyes.

"Because your left hand is all the action you're going to get your whole life."

My eyes close, and I let out a deep breath.

If I were the boy, I'd be crying and running home, too embarrassed to show myself in this school anymore.

Lately, Hanni has gone really bad with all her torturing.

It's gone too far; it's like all of a sudden, when we're not in our private bubble, she explodes and does things.

But maybe—I just think, the reason why she's like this to the Harry Potter look-alike is because he accidentally touched my boobs when we bumped into one another yesterday.

But that's just my guess.

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"Min-min?"