Fault (Demi Fanfiction)

The talk.

 I storm off the door, I didn't want to hear anymore bull.shit out of Ms. Monroe. I walked down the hall and saw my brother and best friend waiting for me at the front door. "So, what did Ms. Monroe want?" Joe ask. "Ohh nothing, just your typical discipline about how our little sad Demetria is. Ohh and how bullying is inappropriate, so I need to stop being cruel to miss little innocent,” I said in a mocking voice. It was always the same, I'm the bully and she is the victim. I scoff letting my frustration let out. "I'm so sick and tired of her playing miss innocent. She just shed some tear and bam they all fall under her knee." Selena grin at me and I have no idea why. "Ohh careful Nicky boy, you’re starting to sound a bit jealous. Ohh Nicky you’re jealous that you are not the center of the universe,” she said. "Ohh shu.t up. Sel, I have the student wrapped around my finger. With my sweet smile, everyone will swoon.  I'm just too hot, plus no one can top my smile," I said. 'Except Demi,' I thought. What was wrong with me? "Well you sound a bit jealous," Joe said with a shrug. "How could I get jealous with a nerd, freckles, and crooked teeth girl? But, I could get jealous to much more hot and bimbo girl." "Well if you want the teacher to stop bothering you, you need to stop bullying Demi," Selena said. "Hell no!!! I refuse to let her walk around that she won the battle. Just because she was the youngest in our group, she could get away anything with a pout, puppy dog eye or a cry. For crying out loud!! Because of her, I was miserable in elementary and our parent didn't give a shit," I yell. "But Nick, maybe it was all an accident. We know Demi for many years now, she doesn't have the heart to do all those thing on purpose," Selena retorted. “See even you, she manipulate you already. It’s no accident, that’s what I tell you.” Selena sign, giving up to solve the problem. “So what are you going to do, the teacher got an eye of you. Now you can’t bother Demi inside the school,” Joe said not caring the conversation. Then I saw Demi walking down the sidewalk. I smirk. “Ohh, I have a plan.” I kiss Selena’s cheek and gave Joe our brotherly handshake and said goodbye.

Demi hugged her precious book as she walked down the sidewalk until she felt someone tugged her collar. I could feel her tense, I smile. “We need to have a little chat Dems,” I said indicating her nickname when they were young. I knew doing this was wrong, but being Mr. Popular I need to make at least one student life in high school miserable. And because of what she had done to me when we were younger, why not her. It was hitting two bird with one stone. I pull her down to an empty alley. “Now now Demi, why does people think I’m the bully?” “I d-ont know,” she shuttered. “Ohh I know. Because you look like a victim. So Demi put your heads up or you’ll get more than this,” he said as he swish her wrist tight hard. “Do you understand,” I said. She hiss and nod. “Good.” I walk away.