Bully Me

Chapter 2 - Diner

I got to class late thanks to that ass. I got a scolding from Mr. Hellington and as the name suggests, his classes are complete hell.

I sat down next to Germany, my chemistry partner whom I know as the most chill person I've ever met. Yes, his name is Germany, after the country but that apparently didn't stop flocks of girls hovering him like big chested harpies.

The more I spend time with him, the more I realise what a total gamer I am. He is my backup after all.

"Tough morning, babe?" He asked in his low chest voice.

"Grimm decided to take an apple juice dump on my head." I grumbled.

Germany sniffed my hair and I could instantly feel the death glares pointed at me by the jealous bimbos. He chuckled.

"No mistake there. I can literally smell the apple." He chuckled again.

I ran my fingers through my sticky hair and pouted. This'll take some extra shampooing.

"You sure you don't want to tell the teachers about it?" He asked.

"For the last time, no. That's just what he wants, attention. And I'm not going to give him that satisfaction."

"Come on, Lee, I hate seeing you getting beat up over some dickhead. You know I got your back." Germany said, resting a hand on my back. I hated it when he calls me 'Lee'. I'm not a dude for Pete's sake.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." I said tiredly and hinting my annoyance, he stopped.

Chemistry was such a drag as usual but my mind was more occupied in other things like what am I going to buy after school. I needed to eat dinner before heading home cuz Helena can't cook for shit.

School ended quite briskly after I stopped caring in listening to the teachers. I grabbed my books and headed to the library. I sat down on a cushion near one of the windows and started doing my homework. I blasted my music to ignore other stuff like the couple having a make out session behind me.

I finished early and smiled. Now I can get to my songwriting.

I'm not much of a songwriter and I can't sing for shit but when I freestyle rhyming, all the words I come up with just turns itself to music gold. It's one of the few things I took pride in.

I heard a clatter behind me and I turned. I spotted Grimm with his group of lackies, goofing off by throwing books at each other. Ms. Jolie won't like that.

Speak of the devil, she appeared, with her face flushed red with anger and her old spectacles nearly falling off the brim of her nose. I watched as she started scolding the boys and wrote a detention slip for one week on all of them.

Grimm extended his detention to a month when he retaliated by smashing a table lamp down to the floor, it shattering to many pieces. I shook my head as I watched them walk out of the library.

Feeling sympathetic as I watch Ms. Jolie head back to her desk, I grabbed my stuff and took a random book from the shelf to borrow.

"Boys, huh?" I asked her as she stamped the book 'Borrowed'.

She sighed, her eyes droopy from old age and exhaustion. She's old, near 70. She should be at home, resting and not scolding brats on a daily basis. She seems nice enough when you get her alone.

I headed out of school and to a small diner in a secluded area in town. On the neon light of the small diner reads, 'Nick's Pick'.

Crappy name, I know.

I headed in and was greeted by the smell of coffee and burnt flour. I could see Joe at his usual spot and Nancy having a cup of tea at a lone table, a book in hand.

"Hey, Lana!" Nick called from behind the counter. He had just finished serving a plate of pie to Joe, who dug in hungrily.

I smiled back as I went to sit next to Joe. I had been coming to this diner with my dad before he started pushing daisies after the accident. Nick knew me since I was 2, him being 16 when he started this whole place with the help of his dad.

I had a major crush on him since he always treated me like a princess when I was young but now that he's married to a great girl, I settled on being a surrogate mother to the lil devil that was expecting.

"The usual?" He asked me, halfway to the kitchen.

"Yes please!" I yelled out and slumped on the table. I was still bummed out from this morning after what Grimm did to me. Joe gulped down a big lump of pie beside me and leaned.

"The asshole's causing you trouble again?"

"You have no fucking clue."

"What did he do now?" He asked, swallowing another lump.

"Poured apple juice down my head." I grumbled. "Asshole."

Joe paused, and then guffawed like a maniac. Even in the kitchen, I heard Nick snickering away. I flushed deep red in embarrassment.

"It's not funny!!!" I pouted and crossed my arms.

"It is and you know it!" Joe laughed.

"Please. How can pouring apple juice on someone's head funny?" I asked sarcastically.

"Now now, don't be so hard on the guy, Lana. He could be showing you that you're the apple of his eye?" Nick added and slid my plate of food to me.

Joe choked on his pie laughing. I calmly patted his back as I stared at the fish and chips that were served.

"It's not funny. He really got me good..." I trailed off, remembering what happened. I felt a pang in my chest at how hurt I was at that moment.

Joe cleared his throat. "As long as he doesn't start on bullying you to the extreme, I'm cool with him."

"Joe!" I cried. "He's been tormenting me since I was a little kid. Do you even have the slightest idea how much mental issues I've got from just that lone dickhead?"

"You should be thanking that he doesn't have a twin then." Joe answered back smugly.

"Whatever." I snapped. "I don't wanna talk about him. Just thinking about that asshole makes me wanna kill someone."

"Don't worry about it, princess. If you ever need someone to give him a good talking to, I'm the man." Nick reassured me.

"Thanks Nick." I pulled a hopeful smile.

Joe chuckled. "I wanna meet this boy and thank him for all the laughs."

I threw a french fry at him.