Bullying, Our Secret

Chapter 3 - "Does it hurt?"

"You Asian, out!" He gestured for Aria to exit the bathroom.

"You are not her boss!" I defended her but Aria brushed her hand with mine to forget about it.

With a last gaze at me she left rushing out of the bathroom.

The tension was noticeable, Justin's eyes fixed on me, his devilish smirk flashing his so perfect white teeth and his spiked hair made me feel uncomfortable and tensed as never before.

"Well, well the freak thought it was funny to throw some shit at my girlfriend" He spoke stepping closer to my position.

"I didn't throw anything at her, we just crashed and sadly she got dirty" I replied although there was not sorrow nor guilt in my words.

Justin frowned now standing a few centimeters away from me.

"Look freak i don't know who you think you are but things don't work like that here" He scoffed taking a step towards me.

I had to contain the urge of laughing.

"I think you lost your mind, you are not the boss of this school or whatsoever and sorry but there is nothing to work in here" I tried to pass next to him but his sudden grip on my U-neck dropdead cat tank top stopped me from doing so.

He pushed me back not releasing me from his strong lock making me collide with the wall behind me.

I gasped holding his arms in the act.

He side-smiled grabbing my chin with his free hand turning my face to the right.

"I left a good mark here" He informed victorious.

I dropped my gaze not wanting to fall on his game.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned still examining the bruise forming on my left cheek.

I ignored his question trying to find a way of him to get bored and just leave.

"So the bitch doesn't respond?" He licked his lips still smiling lightly, he leaned to reach my hear. "I'll make you answer then" He whispered in a breath.

His index stretched out poked right the middle of the mark harshly. I couldn't help but emit a small scream which drew a smile on his face.

"Ouch i guess I did hurt you" He mocked realising me from his grip.

"Anyways i didn't come to see if i hurt you or not, i don't really give a shit about that to be honest I just wanted your address" He added running his hand through his soft spiked hair.

I gulped stroking my face slowly trying to erase the pain he caused to me.

I gazed at his chocolate iris for a second not knowing what to answer.

"Don't get your hopes up Buston it's for the teaching support" He informed which an arrogant tone. "But if you are good at it i can reward you" He chuckled making me to feel disgusted to such an obnoxious comment.

"I won't give it to you until you apologize" This time i was the one that smiled just they way he did before.

His smile dropped down giving me that dirty look he always gives to the freaks.

"I ain't apologizing to a fucking slut like you, you ain't telling me who to say sorry to" He turned his hands into strong fists leaving a white mark on the knuckles.

"Ok, then you can be searching for another tutor, cause i ain't teaching you until you apologize" I set my ultimatum feeling proud of myself for saying such a brave sentence.

I waited three long seconds that lasted for minutes. After getting no answer I started to make my way out again happy of being released of teaching such a dickhead.

"Wait..." His warm hand stopped my walk by grabbing my wrist, firmly at first but decreasing steadily in force.

I turned around cocking one eyebrow waiting for whatever he decided to spat.

"Callie... Im Sorry... Can i have your address?" He said with such a difficulty.

I knew he found hard, ridiculous and seriously threatening to say such a thing to someone like me, you know... Justin Bieber doesn't care about anyone but himself.

But he must really want to achieve better grades in order to tell me such a thing.

"So?" He asked impatiently trying to keep his tone down.

"Richmond Street 23B" I disposed to say before turning around and exit the bathroom with a smile not leaving my face.

He is not that hard as he claims to be.