A Target

ch 3

y/n's pov

"im grayson" a tall masculine boy says as he reaches his hand out to me. it scares me because he is like 10x stronger than me. i hesitate but accept his help. he asks "are you ok?" very sternly. as i stand up i wince in pain and manage to reply "i-i dont know w-what i d-did." i was scared of this girl... FOR LIFE. then he just looks at me "what are you looking at?" i ask sarcastically. he gives a small giggle then becomes serious again. "well when Siarra was younger she attended pagents. one day a very fraile small girl was in her divison. Siarra got 2nd place because the girl was smaller. So she plans to make weak peoples lives miserable because of that one pagent." he explains. what a bitch. "s-so shes just g-gonna bully me because of a s-second grade pagent?" i ask sounding like a fool. he gives me that look again.