My Bully

Math and Laughs

"What do you mean this is wrong?" I ask Devon, my calculus book in front of me, my hand on my forehead. I'm struggling in math and I figured out Devon was pretty good at it so I asked him to help me.

"You have to put this number over this. You just wrote it down wrong." He points my mistake out in a caring way.

"Ughh, I hate math!" I face plant onto my paper with red ink and pencil lead over it. Our teacher wants us to check our answers and if it's wrong, correct it with another color.

"Okay, how about we take a math break and move on to history?" History, another thing I'm struggling in, just not as much as math.

"Sure." We talk about world history, specifically about Russia. (A/N I'm making this up. I don't anything about this so I'll try to give as vague detail as possible.) We spend another hour on history, move back to math, I get frustrated again, and ultimately go home after four hours of studying.

"You'll get there, Haylee. Don't worry!" Devon encourages me. I smile.

"Thanks, Devon. Now, how about some boba?"

"Um, what's boba?" I stop walking and hold out my arms to stop Devon as well.

"You. Have never had. BOBA?" Devon shakes his head. I put a hand to my chest and start taking in short, fast breaths.

"Are you okay?" Devon asks.

"Nope! Not at all! Come on, we are getting you boba as fast as possible!" I grab his hand and run to my car. It's a small SUV, white exterior, tan interior. I drive as fast as I could on the highway without crashing and getting a ticket. I rush inside Fat Straws and order my drink I always got: small mango peach smoothie with mixed fruit jelly.

"What do you like? Tea or smoothies?"

"Tea. Why?"

"Cuz I need to know what you like so I can order for you! Duh! Now, since you've never had boba, like ever, I'm gonna order you a tai milk tea with boba and ice." I tell the last part to the cashier. We wait for a bit, then I shove the drink in his hands.

"Okay, okay! I drink it! Jesus, you're feisty."

"Just drink it!" Devon takes a sip of his drink and licks his lips. I stare at them as he does it. Damn, those are nice lips.

"Not bad. I'd get it again." Devon's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Told you." Devon let's out a short laugh. It's low, and deep, and I never want him to stop. "You should laugh more often." He stares at me surprised, then smirks.

"If that's what'll make you smile, Princess."

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Tuesday. Honestly, the second worst day of the week, right after Monday. I walk to my car at around 4:15ish and hear chanting. I jog toward it, my curiosity piqued. Devon has a boy pinned against the wall, hand around his throat, fist raised, ready to punch. I facepalm and yell, "Devon! Don't do it!" He looks at me and his eyes soften slightly. I jog closer.

"Don't do it! Please? He's just a boy!" He lowers his arm and lets go of the kid. I whisper to the boy who's around 15 maybe, "It's okay. Go home, kid." He smiles and runs off. The people surrounding the fight disperse. "Devon, please don't fight. If not for others, then for me. Please?" Devon looks at me for a while, then glances away.

"Fine," he mumbles. I smile brightly and throw my hands around his chest. Yeah, I couldn't reach his neck. He's like 5'6"! I'm barely 5 feet.

"Thank you," I whisper. His body is stiff for a moment, but it relaxes soon and his arms wrap around my waist.

"You're welcome," he whispers back.

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About a week later, I walk into my first period class to see Devon leaning against a desk, arms crossed and one of our classmates, Luke standing across from him. Luke looks a little anxious, but he seems to be telling Devon something. I get a little closer without getting seen, miraculously, and hear them talking about...how Devon needs to come to practice for soccer? Hm. Normally, with Devon's slight anger issues, he would be a little bit mad and there would be another trip to the nurses' office. But he seems to be talking his feelings out. Wow, improvement. Wait a second...Devon plays soccer?

"You trying out for basketball too?" Luke asks, his nerves mostly gone. Devon shrugs.

"Possibly. Let me get through this season first and we'll see about other sports."

"Sounds good, dude. I hope you do, though. It'd be good for you." He walks to his desk. Devon scoffs, a ghost of a smirk there.

"Basketball, huh?" I ask, startling him. "Didn't think you did any sports."

"Yeah. Figured if I wanted to deal with my feelings, I'd do it through sports, not fighting. Aren't you proud of me?" I smirk and bump his shoulder with mine.

"Sure. Whatever you say, dude. So! I play basketball, too! Wanna go 1 V. 1 sometime?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" A sly smirk forms on Devon's face.

"Ha! You wish! I'm way too sexy for you." I purse my lips and pop my hip out, resting a hand on it. He mumbles a response, a hand covering his mouth. It sounded like a "Damn right, you are," but I could've been wrong. I sure hope I'm wrong.

After school, in the library. Again.

"That's correct! You did it!" I high five Devon. I finally completed my math homework with a lot less help from Devon. "Now," he slams my history books on the table. "History." Oh boy, this is going to take a while. A long while later, so long, I lose time, I wake up because of the crick in my neck. It seems that I feel asleep on the textbook. I roll my neck forward and backward and stretch. I glance sideways and I'm pretty sure my heart skips a beat. Devon is still asleep. His head rests on crossed arms facing me. He looks so peaceful. His lips are parted slightly and his hair is roused. I lean on my elbow and rest my chin on my hand. I watch him sleep for a few moments. Wait, no, can I take that back? I sound like a crazy person. I look away to check the time.

"Like what you see, Princess?" I turn back around. Devon meets me there, his face inches away from mine. I stare into his eyes. I notice that they're not brown, they're hazel with a few gold specks sprinkled in there. His eyes are framed by pretty long, thick eyelashes. They're...pretty beautiful.

"Uh, what's going on here?"

Cliffhanger! Ah, I love being the one on the giving end, not receiving them. Did you enjoy? Also, thank you for 300+ views, and 15+ votes! I love you all! Thank you @thedynastycosply for creating the "Your Bully" series! I gave it a little twist and a few different things. I love you and everybody reading! Until next time, vixens! I send you my love and foxes!

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