The Bully that Fell in Love

Chapter 8

For the past hour and a half we have been trying to maintain a conversation with each other and we were failing miserably...

I forced myself to at least try and have small talk but he shuts me down every time.

 I and him have made no progress with this, and for me to not fail science I need to help whether I like it or not because I’m not letting him get in the way with me getting an A in this class. So I have to speak up...

I turned to look at him and saw him on his phone texting his friends, I’m going to regret this...

I took his phone out of his hands; he immediately gave me a death look

“What the hell!? That’s my phone!” He made sure he didn’t say it loud enough considering his mother was upstairs,

“Look, I don’t like this just as much as you do but I don’t want to fail. I know you have different perspectives about school, but I think we should at least try so this can all be over...and everything can go back to how it was...deal?” my voice a bit shaky as I said those words.

He didn’t say anything for a bit, he was thinking...

He nods his head, “Fine, now give me my god damn phone!”

He just agreed with me

That’s a first...

I gave him the phone and he put it on the side.

“Okay now that we settled that, what are you, uh I guess un sure of in the units...?” trying to put it in a way to not offend him

He flipped his pages and went to the beginning, “Everything because it’s pointless and stupid”

Fuck this kid is clueless

I opened my book and flipped to our first unit, “It’s pretty simple if you think about it...”

“So are you calling me stupid!?”

I immediately tensed up and try to rephrase what I meant, but he already cut me off

“You’re not the first to call me that, I’ve heard worse...”

He started flipping through the page I was on in his own textbook

“Zayn, I didn’t mean it like that...I meant to say that maybe if I show you how to understand it, it will be pretty easy”

He looked at me; I immediately felt so many things going on in my stomach.

“Whatever...are you going to teach me something or are we going to sit here and look pretty?”

I need to teach this boy some fucking manners before I knock him one! If I actually have the guts to do it...

I sighed and I started explaining starting from the first lesson, as best as I could for him to actually understand it. He gave me a couple of blank faces and that’s when I knew he was just out of it. So we took some breaks which meant him going on his phone right when I was there and shit talking about me to his friends. How stupid I am, how he’s going to beat the shit out of me in school and I just sat there twiddling my thumbs like it doesn’t bother me, but of course it did. I can’t believe that he doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m sitting right next to him!

“Are you done now?” I said to him while he was still on the phone

He turned to look at me and rolled his eyes and continued talking.

I asked him again and he immediately put his hand over my mouth and held it there. I held onto his arm and tried to move it. He ended the call with his friend and he hit me in the stomach while his hand was still over my mouth. My eyes shut and I held in the urge to groan in pain.