Dear Bully,
You good?
So, today at lunch you walked up to me, your friends laughing and hooting as you did, and sat down.
My friends stared at you weirdly.
You asked for my number, I kindly said, " You called me bitch yesterday, only friends can call me that. So no thank you. "
Your face scrunched up with distaste.
"Prude." You called me.
" I think life auto corrected you, I'm pretty sure you meant Pride."
You hit the table and stood up, storming away.
You good?
