He's My Bully

Nine o.O

I stayed downstairs the whole two hours, reading my notes. I'm getting tired of school. I just failed my second grading, all seventy exept my Science and English. They're seventy six-nine. Now it's third grading and I just want to quite, to give up. I can't though, my parents pay this school. Life is complicated. My phone rang and I looked at the caller ID.

Ray

I answered the call. "Chandy, I'm staying a little longer here, be good around Brent." I rolled my eyes. "Why?" I asked and he sighed quietly. "The line is a bit longer than I expected. I'll be there.. Maybe.. Four to six more hours? Don't worry though, I have food and drink. I'll live." He joked and I laughed. "Alright. Take care Ray." I said and he said a goodbye and a short be good Brent. I ended the call and continued reading my notes. Brent hasn't come down though, and I'm not thinking about what he did a little while ago. It's stupid. Although his lips tasted like vanilla. I love vanilla. Oh?! Hold the phone! I don't like vanilla! I like strawberry! What am I thinking? My phone beeped on my lap.

WRIIIITTIINNGG TIMMMEE!

I shrugged.

Hey there. I'm back after a while. Haven't wrote here for a while too. Feels different. Anyways, Brent just kissed me. Is that considered as my first kiss? He stole it though, so it's not. Wait! Okay, it started with a.. Fight. He slapped me three times before I cracked. He asked me this in his thrid slap, "Did you forgot who I am?" I stared him, dead in the eye and said that " How can I forget? You're my bully, right? The one who hurts me for no reason." And then, he kissed me and told me that it's hard to explain. I don't understand him. I almost had an attack. Anyways, this is Chandra, signing off. -CS

I placed my phone down and looked up. My lungs, my breathing. They're my problem. I need to take deep breaths and calm breathing. I guess this is what you call asthma, plus, my heart. Yes, my heart. My lungs get something like attached and squeeze my heart. It can kill me. "Hey." I looked at the stairs and saw the one and only living evil creature. "Get something for your left cheek. Ray can suspect something." He said before walking to the kitchen. I grabbed my phone and looked at my left cheek. I have a bruise. "Here." He walked over to me and I moved back on my seat. "One feet away please." I whispered but somehow he heard what I said. He followed. "Why? Is it because I kissed you?" He asked with knitted eyebrows. "Oh noooo. It's not because you kissed me for no apparent reason." He sighed at my statement. "I hear the sarcasm." He said and handed me a pack of peas. "Seriously?" I asked, grabbing the pack and putting it on my cheek. "You don't have to think about it." He shrugged with a serious face and I stared at him. He's so bipolar.

"How can you act as if you didn't even stole someone's first kiss?" I asked, swaying the peace around. "Why is first kiss important? And I was only playing with you." He chuckled at what he said, I stayed poker face before standing up and grabbing my phone with my other hand. "Get refreshed though. I'm going to hit you harder next time." I gulped, my heart quickly got harder and my lungs tightened. I quickly ran upstairs. I went to my room and locked it, I dropped everything before I got my paper bag and breathe in it. Come on, Chandy. Ray isn't here, Brent won't help you. You're on your on. You can do this. I deepen my breathing, in and out then I feel myself calm down. I dropped the paper bag. This is why I'm also afraid of falling in love. Why I don't want to have my first kiss. Too much sorrow can make my lungs tighten, Too much happiness can make my heart stop. Too much of these things can kill me. And I still don't want to die. I'm too young. I laid on my bed and sighed. Why can't I live a normal life and be sooo happy and not have an attack. Dammit. My eyes slowly closed and darkness covered my vision. A soft tune was inside my head but I didn't let it stop.

Three Hours Later

"CHANDY?!" I shot awake with a big gasp. I hold on my chest and my breathing was short. I stumbed to get my inhaler in my shoulder bag beside my bed. My hand was shaking and tears fall down my face. My chest tightened even more and the door fall open. I didn't looked up but I just tried finding my inhaler. "Candy! Where's your inhaler?!" Ray asked in a panic voice. I shook my head. "Here." Brent came in and I shook my head again, pushing it away. I whimpered, Brent glared at me. "Take it." He said with a serious face. Ray got it and gave it to me. I shakily brought it to my lips. I pressed it. I finally let go of the inhaler. "Ray. You fu-cking bast-ard. You sc-ared me." I shakily said. Ray frowned. "I thought you died." He said. "I was asleep." I spat and stood up, only to fall again, but a hand caught my wrist. "Careful." I looked up and I pulled my wrist. "Wonderful how you know what that word is." I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. "Chandy." Ray said and I just rolled my eyes.

"Chandy. I'm sorry. I freaked out." He said as we reached the living room. "If I had an attack I would've opened the door, but I was asleep. You disturbed me." I said and glared at him. "I said I'm sorry." He whispered and I sighed. "Me too." He smiled and hugged me. "Babe, you're.. um." Ray whispered before letting me go, he grabbed the towel on the couch. "What's that for?" I asked. "You also have your period. So.." My eyes widened and got the towel before wrapping my waist. "Your face is priceless. But you should change." Brent joked and I punched him before running upstairs again. With two guys around me I don't know how I'm still living.