Beneath the Bully's Gaze

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The library was a sanctuary of silence, the air thick with the scent of old books and polished wood. Rows of shelves reached toward the ceiling, filled with countless volumes that held stories of bravery, love, and adventure—everything Mira yearned for but felt so far removed from. Today, however, it was a place of servitude.

As she shuffled into the library, clutching her books against her chest, she spotted Ethan lounging at a table, his feet casually propped up on the seat across from him. He looked as effortlessly cool as ever, with his dark hair falling just above his striking blue eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He glanced up, the smirk transforming into a devilish grin.

"Hey, Mira," he called out, his voice smooth yet laced with condescension. "You're just in time. I need you to help me with my project. You know, the one I definitely didn't forget about until the last minute."

Mira's heart sank. "I can't do your work, Ethan," she protested weakly, feeling the weight of his gaze press down on her. "I have my own assignments to finish."

"Aw, come on," he replied, his tone mocking. "You're just going to sit there and read? That's hardly productive. Besides, you owe me for all the times I've had to put up with you in class."

She hesitated, knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer. She was all too familiar with his relentless bullying, and arguing with him only seemed to fuel his amusement. "Fine," she relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you need?"

Ethan slid a stack of books toward her, his demeanor still aloof. "I need a summary of these for my English class. Just make it sound smart, okay? I trust you can handle that."

Mira's heart sank as she accepted the burden, feeling the frustration bubbling inside her. "Why don't you do your own work, Ethan?"

"Because I'd rather have you do it," he replied simply, his coldness evident in his expression. "You're good at this stuff. Just think of it as a favor."

As she sat down at the table, Mira felt utterly defeated. She opened the first book, her mind racing as she tried to concentrate. The words blurred together, her thoughts straying to the relentless bullying that had become a constant in her life. Ethan's presence was both a torment and an enigma—his dark, captivating features made it hard for her to focus.

She could feel his gaze on her, and despite her anger, a flutter of anxiety twisted in her stomach. She lifted her eyes from the pages, catching him staring intently, his blue eyes piercing through the silence. The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.

Mira's heart raced as she noticed the subtle details of his features—the strong line of his jaw, the way his hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, and the sharpness of his cheekbones that framed his face. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most—deep pools of blue that seemed to hold a storm beneath the surface. In that moment, she felt both vulnerable and strangely exposed, as if he could see through her defenses.

"Why are you staring at me?" she snapped, trying to mask the heat creeping up her cheeks.

Ethan shrugged, his expression unfazed. "I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to figure out why you keep putting up with me. You could have easily said no, but here you are."

"Maybe I'm just too weak to stand up to you," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She didn't want to show him how deeply his words affected her, but the truth hung heavy in the air between them.

A flicker of something passed through his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came. "Weakness suits you," he said, leaning back in his chair with an air of indifference. "It's kind of cute, actually. Just don't let it define you, or you'll end up stuck here forever."

Mira felt a mix of anger and frustration. "I don't want to be stuck here. I want to be more than what you think I am."

"Prove it," he challenged, his voice colder than before. "Show me you're not just some background character in my story."

As she worked through the summaries, Mira tried to push aside the weight of his words, but it was difficult. With every stroke of her pen, she could feel Ethan's gaze still on her, both intimidating and strangely intoxicating. It was as if he were trying to unravel her, layer by layer, forcing her to confront her own insecurities.

"Are you really that scared of me?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

"No," she replied defiantly, though her voice trembled slightly. "I'm scared of what you make me feel."

Ethan's smirk faltered, just for a moment, and in that brief flicker, she thought she saw a glimmer of vulnerability in his cold demeanor. "Then stop letting me get to you. It's just a game, Mira. You're smarter than this."

With a heavy heart, Mira returned to her task, her thoughts swirling with confusion. Here he was, the boy who tormented her relentlessly, sitting across from her, and yet he was also the boy who held an unexplainable power over her emotions.

Hours passed as she diligently worked on his assignment, the atmosphere between them charged with unspoken words. Despite his cold demeanor, Mira couldn't shake the feeling that beneath it all, Ethan was just as lost as she was.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the library, she finished the last summary and looked up at him. "It's done," she said, handing him the neatly written pages.

Ethan took them, his eyes scanning the words as if they might reveal something more profound. "Not bad," he conceded, but his tone was devoid of enthusiasm. "You really should consider putting your talents to better use instead of wasting them on me."

Mira stood up, her resolve returning. "I won't waste my time on you anymore, Ethan. You're not worth it."

With that, she walked away, feeling a mixture of triumph and uncertainty. Behind her, Ethan watched her go, his expression unreadable, a battle of conflicting emotions playing out behind his blue eyes. The library, once a place of solitude, had become a battleground for their entwined fates, leaving Mira with a lingering sense of hope that perhaps, one day, they could redefine their story.

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