Bully

Chapter 1

Ugh, another day at school.

What's the point in going anymore? I get bullied all the time. My name is Aaliyah, I'm 16 years old and my life is hell.

My bully is Kyrie Elliot. I don't even know why he bullies me.

"Why am I here?" I ask. I'm in the principal's office with Kyrie.
"The reason why both of you are here is beacause of the way Mr. Elliot is treating you. He knows we don't tolerate bullying. Right Mr. Elliot?"

"I'm not even bullying her. I be playing with her." Kyrie says.

"Wow. Ok." I scoff.
"I've seen the way you too are around each other. That's bullying. For now on you too have the same classes and you'll be sitting beside each other for the rest of the year. Since you two can't be cordial."

"What?! Oh hell no!" Kyrie and I say in unison.
"Stop using profanity. Now Mr. Elliot since I only changed your schedule to match hers, if you two learn to get along with each other, I can change your schedule back to it's original state."

"This is some bull." I say.
"Have a nice day. Both of you, get back to class." We walked out. I'm so glad this is last period, which is- Oh fuck, sex ed!! Can this get any worse? But at least I get along with the girls in that class. I sat beside one of them named, Janice. She's black and Italian.

"Hey boo. What is JaKari doing in here?" She greeted me.
"The principal changed his schedule exactly to mine, beacause he's been bullying me. I swear he isn't going to stop." I signed.

"What did you do to make him not like you and bully you?"
"That's the thing, I don't even know him." I say.

"He might like you. I mean you guys don't know each other and he randomly starts bullying you. But, my mom did say when a boy messes with you he likes you. I never believed it, but for your situation, it's probably true." She explains.

Later on into class.

"So how do you get a girl turned on?" The teacher asks.
"Choking the fuck outta' her!" One boy say making some people in the class to laugh. I'm just silently sitting here like, 'Mhm, ok'.

"Aaliyah, you haven't said anything since class started, you ok?" The teacher ask.

"The innocent lil' girl is a virgin. She uncomfortable as hell." Kyrie says. Some of the boys laughed.

"It's ok if you are. What gets you turned on?" Everyone's eyes went on me. I just stayed silent.

"She don't know." Kyrie said.
"Well what about light kisses on your neck?" She asks. I shrug.

"Well for me is when a nigga wear basketball shorts. Anything were you see the thang-thang moving." Janice says while other girls agree with her.

"She probably want a rough nigga?" Kyrie kept opening his mouth.
"What's wrong with having a rough nigga?" Janice ask like she was offended.

"Yea, she's right. What is wrong with a rough nigga? Everyone likes it rough, who doesn't?" I say.
"Oh so you got something to say now." Why can't Kyrie shut the hell up?

"You know virgin pussy the best and it's tight." One boy says.
"Oh shit. You right as hell." Kyrie dapped the boy. The bell rung. Everyone got up.

"Oh and Kyrie, just cause I look innocent doesn't mean I'm a good girl." I smirked and winked at him. Everyone was like 'Ooooo' and 'daaaammnnn'.

"Yassss girl. Tell him what's up." Janice and I walked out of class.
"Let's be real right now. You tryna' get dicked down by Ky." She exclaim.

"Um, no. He's my bully and he does not like me and vise versa. There will be nothing going on between us." I explain.

"Oh ok. Just wait till you coming to my house smiley and glowing talking about he done at you out." She says.

"Who eat who out?" Kyrie asks. Where in the hell he come from? Easedropping ass.
"You eating Liyah out." Damn you Janice.

"Oh hell nah'. That ain't going to happen." He says.
"Nope it's not. It's bad enough we got all the same classes, I don't want you near me any closer." I look him up and down.

"You need some dick in ya' life with all that attitude." He said.
"No I don't." I disagree.
"Yes you do. He's right." Janice agreed with him. I glared at her and left them standing there. I walked out of school making my way home walking. Then I hear a car pull up beside me. I look and it's Kyrie.

"What do you want Kyrie?" I looked forward.
"Get in." He says. I stop and looked at him.

"Hell no. So you can kidap me then beat me. I think not." I exaggerate.
"I'm not going to do that. It's going to rain, plus, I want to talk to you." He tries to convince me.

I look up and see big gray clouds. "Ugh. Fine." I got in his car. He drove off.

"Where do you live?"
"313 Maplewood street." I tell him.
"You live so close to me." He stated.
"How?"
"I live on 309 Maplewood street." He glanced at me. Then I replayed what Janice said to me.
"But, my mom did say when a boy messes with you he likes you. I never believed it, but for your situation, it's probably true."

Does he like me? And since when he started being nice to me? I don't trust this shit. He pulled up in my driveway. Oh, What a perfect day that no one is home?

"What do you have to talk about?" I folded my arms.
"I just wanted to hang out with you." He say. I looked at him shocked.

"You? Want to hang out with me?" I pointed to myself. He nodded.

"Last time that I checked, we ain't like each other. Who put you up to this? You must've made a bet with yo' friends." I folded my arms.