"In everyone's eyes , lies a hidden story behind them"
"Oh really...?" Ridge exclaimed , his mouth turning into a mischievous smirk.He slamms his both palms on the locker trapping the girl.The thumping sound echoed through the whole hallway.
The new girl , well, who must have happened to cross unexpected paths with him and quite a soul like me, tries pathetically to escape him but miserably fails as Ridge smashes his lips on hers. I stood there unsuprised and mute at the scene happening meters infront of me.
Ridge Westbay, one of the school's "prominent" playboy. Hailing from a highly business family , his personality no better than Zander but atleast he wasent a bully. An athlete and no wonder girls fell for his muscular body. Also, a part of Zander's group of mates.
F**k! He cursed, I stood there processing what just happened.Ridge now ,holding his bruised red jaw which was smacked by the girl's elbow forcefully, finally being freed from his grip, she ran further until she disappeared.
He ran his hands through his jet black hair.He looked left and right until his chocolate brown eyes, showing frustration met mine and then his eyes calmed down.
Shit...
Is that supposed to be a good sign?
Because as far as I know he never bullied me before , he used to hang besides whenever Zander used to pounce at me. Neither did he use to stop him from carrying out his ways of torturing people. He eyes never showed signs of caring. He was my crush before my life turned upside down, but when it did, every feeling of likeness faded away at the action of him basically doing nothing to help a person in pain.
Before he could have the time to do anything else, I quickly turned and started making my way to class. I heard footsteps approaching me but I kept walking in the fear that he would do something as it would be his great opportunity to carry out his frustration issues.
I kept on walking till I reached in time for the next lecture. I entered only to meet those green eyes staring at me , sitting relaxed on the last seat.The teacher hadn't come yet. I took my seat. Also, to my unfortunate events happening in my ridiculously boring life, i came to know the president of our class for this year was zander Rogers. After all it would give him authority over the weak. Everyone was busy in their own world of adventure or misery or loneliness. The teacher enters and minutes later Ridge does.
"Your late"
"Like I care" least bothered he replies
The teacher rolls her eyes and continues to start her class. I look out of the window, the blue sky, the green grass imagining me and my friends chatting and laughing happily with no worries about thinking which jerk to get bullied by the next day. I was used to the pain, I didn't pity myself since time had passed. I didn't even try making friends because I knew , they would be taken away.
My thoughts are interrupted when the vice principal enters the class with a girl, a new girl and I realised it was the same girl who had an unfortunate encounter with Ridge in the hallway. She was pretty, she was about 5'5 , having strawberry blonde hair and hazel Brown eyes . She had pale skin and Freckles on both sides of the pink cheeks. Her eyes showed stories id rather not dig into. Her voice held confidence with bits of shyness as she introduced.
" hello, I'm Shanaiah Martins".
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The Loving Bully
Teen Fiction"She was a gleam to everyone who approached her but none sparked her" "He was a blaze to everyone who approached him but none sparked him" A story of two broken people where one, was the victim and one, the bully.
