Unspoken Norms | Levi Ackerman ✔️

Chp 8 ~ And It Begins...

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Your POV

My heart pounded in the back of my throat, the entirety of my body stiffening as the boy blocked my escape.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, tilting his head in a creepy way.

My eyes sought comfort at the windows, unable to glance at him. "N-nothing."

When I had the courage to look back, the boy's dark gaze ignited a cobalt flame, searing into my eyes as he advanced, forcing me to back up step by step. I felt the attention turn to me the moment the wall veered away to reveal my small figure.

The bullying stopped, all noise halting for one blissful moment, before snickers lacerated through my ears, oozing and gradual.

I grew rigid under the gazes of them all, especially knowing a certain someone slid his grey irises to me. I didn't dare look in his direction, not when I was this exposed.

"Now, who's this? Has she come to the dork's rescue?" drawled a deep voice, and I glanced to the source, a lean boy with dusted platinum hair. Someone pushed me from behind, sending me staggering forward, my phone slipping out of my skirt's pocket.

I reached down to grab it, only to find it kicked metres away, laughter fluttering all around. The blonde-haired boy halted the phone with his shoe, before stomping hard onto the device. I let out a cry of alarm, a surge of indignation and fury ploughing through my veins.

The phone didn't break, but I knew it would be damaged in some way. These people truly wanted to make life miserable.

"Stop! Please! Leave us alone!" the ginger boy shouted, palms facing up in open request. "Why do you guys have to bully us?"

The platinum-haired student turned to him, mouth set in a thin line. "Because you decided to steal my title as the smartest mathematician of our class! Don't tell me you don't know what's going on!"

Discarding my anger for one second, I couldn't restrain my giggle. Bullying someone because they were smarter than them. How sad.

"What are you laughing at?" the boy snapped, face boiling red. I bit my lip, torn between either laughing outright in his face or holding it in. The latter seemed more sensible.

"I'm laughing at the fact that you're bullying someone because they have better brains than you," I stated clearly, expression plain. I tipped my head to the side. "Is that why you bully others? Because they're better off than you?"

I couldn't believe I said that. I instantly shut my mouth, eyes going wide.

How did that come out?

The blonde guy's face deepened into a tomato-red. He picked up my phone and hurled it full-on at the wall, mere centimetres away from the ginger's head. The audible crack of the case split through the air, and I fell to my knees. All those apps... those messages... those photos... gone. Just like that.

The ones I had of Levi—

No. It was good actually. That he'd broken my phone. No more photos of that person. The one who watched as a bystander while the boy got bullied.

I jumped to my feet, determination flooding anew, before seizing the ginger's arm and dragging him with me. We pulled out from the crowd of bullies, who were all snickering and laughing.

"Run away, vermin! We'll catch ya next time!" someone yelled.

"The dork and his mum—how cute!" whooped another, followed by more insults I chose not to hear. I felt Levi's hard gaze on my back, but I shrugged off the feeling. He no longer mattered. After what he did and who he hung out with... I had been mistaken.