The Bully Knows How to Love (#2)

15. the bully's plan

            This is probably the most frightening thing I've ever experienced in my life.

There's nothing but complete silence in the hallways of Montrose Academy. Every pair of eyes are glued on me as I make my way through the halls.

I feel unsafe as Corbin's warning creeps into my mind, "If you think that's bad, you have no idea what I'm capable of." And the fact that his father provides half of the school's finance is not helping either. Most students here listens to Corbin.

I reach my locker and open it. A small square black paper slips out of my locker and fall down on the floor. With a confused look, I bend down, pick it up, and look at it. There's nothing but a white skull on it.

What the heck is this?

I look around the hallway but everyone is minding their own business now. I gulp down the lump forming in my throat and crumble the paper. I grab my book and close my locker. I head to class and throw the paper away in the trash can.

I open the door to go inside the classroom and suddenly find myself drenched from head to toe. A bucket falls down right in front of me and onto the floor.

My mouth is wide open and I'm shivering. I look up to see everyone's eyes on me but they all immediately turn away, pretending to mind their own business.

I close my mouth and clench my jaw in anger. I move a wet strand of hair away from my face and turn around to go to the bathroom.

Who the hell cares about class when I'm all wet.

I reach the bathroom and enter. I walk to the mirror to look at the damage. Out of the blue, I hear the stall doors slam open and I'm engulfed in a white puff of air.

I start coughing from the white substances all around me. The smell is similar to that of flour. I couldn't see the people who dumped flour on me as they all ran out of the bathroom already.

Once the air is clearer and I stop coughing, I look at the mirror to see my reflection.

Oh god. I look like a miserable ghost. My whole body is covered entirely in flour. It sucks even more since I'm wet because now, the flour is just stuck to me.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing. They had it all planned. They knew what my first class was and planned it perfectly so it would be me who got wet. They knew I would come to the closest bathroom and waited for me with flour.

I'm don't want to assume but I think it's Corbin. Is this what he meant when he said that I have no idea what he's capable of? He's seriously out of control.

The bell rings, breaking my train of thoughts. I sigh and shake the flour off me. I take off my backpack and shake the flour off. I try my best to get rid of all the flour off me. This is going to be a pain taking it off my hair.

By the time I'm done, the whole floor of the bathroom is a puddle of flour. I feel bad. The janitors going to have a hard time cleaning this.

I tie my hair up in a bun since it's a crazy mess after I shake off the flour and basically give myself a head shower in the bathroom sink. Once I'm at least a bit presentable and not covered in flour anymore, I get out of the bathroom and head to class.

I'll get through this day rain or shine. I won't let them bother me.

I carefully open the door to the classroom just in case there's another bucket of water waiting for me. Thankfully, there's not. I enter the classroom and all eyes turn to me. Even the teacher's.

I wanted to come in quietly and sit down. Why do they all have to look at me?

Embarrassed, I quickly walk to my seat.

"Are you okay, Hazel?" Mrs. Riggs asks, staring at me in confusion.

I fake a smile, "Yeah." She nod her head and continue writing something on the whiteboard.

I sat through the whole class without paying attention to a single thing Mrs. Riggs was saying. My mind was somewhere else, thinking about what happened to me this morning. It's definitely Corbin. After his warning, this is definitely his doing. So I made it my mission to find Corbin after class and confront him about it.

He's been bullying Lucas for years. I won't let him do the same to me.

After a long hour and a half, my first class ends. I have five minutes to find Corbin and confront him.

I quickly race out of the classroom and search for Corbin in the hallways. My eyes light up when I see him by the lockers talking to his group of friends.

Okay, Hazel. You are going over there and get Corbin to a place with less people and confront him. I give myself a pep talk.

I walk to him. He notices and looks at me with confusion. Once I reach him, I grab his hand without a word and drag him away from his group of friends.

I drag him through the hallway and out the double doors to outside. There's barely anyone out here during this hour of the day.

I drop his hand and turn to face him with anger. He stares at me then his eyes travel up and down my body.

"You look like hell," he comment.

"Yeah, thanks to you," I spit out.

He scoff in amusement, "You think I did this to you?"

"If it's not you then who? I've never upset anyone to the point where they will do this to me. I don't have any enemy," I explain.

I didn't let him respond and continue, "I know you ordered your minions to put a bucket of water on the door so it'll fall on me and throw flour at me. Call them off or else I'll-"

"Or else you'll what?" He cut me off. "Tell on me? I have no idea what you're talking about." He looks clueless which only confuses me further. If he did do this, then he deserves an award because his acting right now is on point.

I let out a deep sigh, "Just stop. Or I'll report you." I warn him one last time before going back inside to my next class.