The Fat Girl and The Bet

Chapter 15

Ashyln's pov

I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of my wooden desk, my eyes scanning over my writings. I enjoy reading.

An obnoxious cackle screeches in my ear making me snap out of my daze in a instant, but I try to hold back a wince, my body tensing as I feel her vile presence apon me.

"So fatty, whatcha reading this time? Albert Einstein? Shakespare? A history text book?" Katie chuckles to herself lowly as she suddenly swipes my journal out of my hands, making me spin around in my desk.

She raises an eyebrow as she scans the cover of the book, a small smirk itching at he corners of her lips.

"A journal? You've got to be kidding me!" She burst out laughing, making me lean back in my desk so the loud volume of her voice wouldn't reach my aching ear drums.

I narrow my eyes at her, pursing my lips to defend myself, but instead I look down at my hands that's laying in my lap.

The blood drains from my face as she stops laughing, but the deafening laughter of the class still swallows me as she flips through the pages of my book smiling slyly.

What is she planning to do? Oh no

I stare at her disbelief as she glances up at me, an evil look sparkling in her dark blue eyes, her hands resting at the top of a page. And from there on I knew what she was going to do.

I bite down on my tongue painfully, to hold back screams as she rips the page in half.

How dare she?!

My grandfather give that for my birthday, the last birthday he ever spent with me... And it cost alot of money, and here she was, tearing it apart without considering how I felt at all.

"Stop it!" I yell, as I began reaching out to grab my book, but only to be pulled back tightly, making me gasp as I snap my head around my shoulder, only to be greeted with Cameron.

My best friend.

His face is blank, cold glint clouding in his sky blue eyes as his emotionless stare is set on me. I freeze, his touch is making my heartbeat increase to an un-healthy pace.

"P-Please don't" I beg, heavy tears blurring my vision and I glance back at Katie, only to see her grinning in a wicked mischief, still easily tearing multiple pages in my book.

"Why?" I whisper to myself as a few salty tears slowly drop from my burning eyes, running down my cheeks. This was the first time they ever emotionally hurt me. And it hurt like Hell.

The classroom suddenly went silent as the rough grip on my shoulders released me,making me almost fall onto my desk without being forced back.

I lick my lips as I wipe hot tears from my eyes, breathing heavily as Cameron rounds my desk, strolling up to Katie.

I peer down at the many ripped and crumbled pages that surrounded in piles, making my breakfast rise in my throat.I try to swallow it back down.

"What the hell are you doing?" Katie demands, my precious journal still in her grimy hand.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Cameron's deep voice asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It looks like your defending fat ass over here." She scoffs in irritation, setting a hand on her hip as she glare at him.

Then I realized something. Was Cameron trying to defend me? I rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming as I slid out of my desk, quietly walking up to Katie. She was too busy fighting with Cameron to notice me, much to my relief.

I tug on the thick book that she still gripped in her hand, trying to pull it free. She whips around, slapping me with it across the face harshly within an instant like she knew I was going to do that.

I yelp as I stumble backwards, tripping over my desk as heat crawls up my cheeks making them red, tears are threatening to spill out again.

I hold my cheek, pain spreading throughout it from the stinging slap. I knew it would leave a mark.

Katie clenches her hand into fists and starts to walking towards me. But she doesn't come any further than a few steps, because Cameron grabs her arm and pull her back swiftly.

"Get a grip on yourself." He hisses, rolling his eyes as students watch the scene unfold, their jaws dropped.

"You're defending her?" She seethed, shaking her head in distaste. Cameron throws a glance my way, but instead of coming back with a snarky comeback, he grunts, a misty gaze set on me.

"Fuck off" Cameron growls, trudging to the door, not bothering to glance at either of us once more. I couldn't help but feel curious, wondering who his words were directed to.

The teacher eyes us carefully, finally interfering to break up the scene.

Gosh, how can Mrs. Freeman just stand there and watch me get pushed around without saying anything? What a bystander. The consequences for bullying were suppose to be suspension, but I guess nobody care anymore.

"Office, Katie, Now." She says sternly, pointing her index finger towards the door.

"Gladly" Katie snorts and throws my book to the floor, stepping on it as she travels to the door swaying her hips. I cringe, gazing down at my trampled book.

"Watch your back Summers." She ignorantly smirks yet again as she holds up her middle finger, pointing at me.

God help me.