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Bullied (CB)

I walked through the school halls. I'm the skater girl that no one talks to. I actually have been getting bullied lately. These 'weed' boys keep pushing me around almost sexually harassing me. They push ,tell me I'm hot, grope, and kick me. I'm sick of it.
"Hey hottie!" Yelled one of them.
I started running but, that didn't help. One grabbed my wrist and twisted it hard making sure it would be bruised. I called out for help but no one came. Another boy came round and grabbed my ankles. Trying to spread my legs apart. Not knowing if he really had those intentions or not I kicked him in the face. I heard footsteps. I could see Corbyn. The guy I've liked since the beginning. They all fled as Corbyn yelled
"Fuck off you bitches!" I was so happy but, still in a ball crying at the same time. He came to me. My thighs where bruised. I didn't know what had happened. But he just hugged me.
"Shhh it's gonna be ok I won't let them hurt you anymore." I just kept crying. I turned to see his face. His beautiful face. He took his hand and swept away my tears. And laid a small kiss on my temple.
"They can't do anything now that I'm here." I couldn't believe this was happening. So to make it even better he kissed me. Passionately. I could feel the pain go away as the butterflies in my stomach appeared.
"Thank you."