From the Eyes of a bully

Chapter 1:

               "Natalia Grace!"

               "What?!"

               "Now!"

               "Now, what?!"

               Silence. Damn it Mom.

               "I'm not coming down unless you tell me!"

               Again, no reply. I pick myself up and tumble down the stairs.

               "What do you need?" I ask with impatience in my voice. As soon as I round the corner into my kitchen, a lady, a very fancy lady, stands up straight next to my sitting mom. "Who are you?"

               She seems quite shocked. "I'm Mrs. Dohear," She holds out her hand for a shake.

               "Pff okay," I roll my eyes turning towards the fridge for an applesauce.

               "Natalia!" My mom snaps.

               "What? It's not like you'd treat someone any different than how I would!" My mom covers her silence with a sip of her wine. I look to the lady with the brief-case, she looks shocked, yet again.

               I look back into the fridge grabbing an apple sauce. I giggle at some jokes I was making inside my head about her work attire.

               "You have a very dysfunctional household," Mrs. Dohear states in a matter-of-factly tone.

               "Thanks!" I smile closing the silverware drawer with my hip. "So, can I go now or...?"

               "No!" She yells holding her hand out thinking that'll stop me from going.  

               "Then say what you have to say," I pressure her to get on what she has to say.

               "My son has told me you have been bullying him," she stutters slightly over a word or two.

               "And your son is?" I'm getting very anxious. This applesauce isn't going to be cold by the time we get through this. Her eyes widen more than a deer in the headlights.

               "Jake... Jake Dohear..." It takes me a bit of staring into space but I finally match the name with a face.

               "Oh! The ginger!" I smile coming to that realization. She seems, as some would call it, utterly shocked.

               "Yes... But as I was saying, he said you were bullying him and I'd like that to stop or I will go to the school and to the police if it gets that bad!"

               "HA! Me? Bullying? I'm the least of your worries for bullying I can tell you that!" I laugh at her comment. Everyone bullies, it's the fact of high-school, of life even! People really shouldn't make it such a problem.

               "Oh well, he said you were the most of his worries!" She states it like a sassy fact.

               "Well, I don't know what I did to make him think that I'm the bad guy here. But whatever it was, it's his problem now. Sorry, I just don't remember! So, uh.. buh bye now!" I give a Barbie smile and giggle then start to trot off when I'm stopped by her voice again.

               "You called him gay!" I freeze in my tracks remembering that, Oh shit.

               "So?" I turn around facing her with a serious face. "How- How is being gay bad?"

               "It's-uh-you see..." She freezes up going silent. Her cheeks turn red at the realization that she was just stood up by a 15 year old high-school student. I use that power to feed off of.

               "Exactly, now, I'm going to go now, have a day!" I could care less if she had a good day, heck! I could care even less if she lived another day!

               "Phew," I say shutting my bedroom door behind me. Being gay is actually pretty frowned upon at our school. It's not my fault he is who he is! Come on, he's a short ginger nerd with loads of acne, he's begging to get bullied.

               BUZZ BUZZ! My stomach lands hard on the springs of my bed, but it's okay because Ryan just texted me;

               Movies, tomorrow , 1:45pm, Catching Fire?

               I smile biting the side of lip thinking about hanging out with him again.

               Yeah, sure! Can't wait(:

               I wait anxiously for a reply. None. Still none. Ugh. I get up to walk around my room to get my mind off of Ryan. BUZZ BUZZ!

               I jump back onto my bed stumbling to grab my phone. A new text, from Marykate. Really?

               Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me today?

               Please stop talking to me. I don't like you nor do I want to spend an afternoon with you.

               Sorry, can't today.

               She replies in the matter of milliseconds.

               Oh. Why not?

               My aunt is visiting.

               Oh, Okay...

               Done with that conversation now and back into Ryan and my conversation. He replies once I open the chat.

               (:

               It may be little but it just gives me that hormonal rush thinking about him.

               I decide that it was best to leave that conversation since I had nothing better to say than, well, nothing. I glance up over at my digital clock reading the time, 6:43pm . About 19 hours until I get to hangout with Ryan. It's too long, thank god for tumblr.

               I open tumblr on my laptop and start scrolling through the posts. Some are stupid. Some are over emotional. Some are funny. And the rest are just interesting. After about two or three hours on tumblr, my phone starts buzzing again with texts. All the usual, either a direct text or one in a group chat. I turn my phone off vibrate and stare into the wall thinking about the movie day ahead of me.