Bullied By PRETTYMUCH | brandon arreaga

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The next day Brandon walked home with you and you let Maya borrow the car. You were really second-guessing letting your bully find out where you live. Worse. You were letting him go IN the house with you. With no witnesses and no one to call 911 if he tries something.

"So your parents are Anuel and Karol G, huh" he asks, attempting to break the silence. Which you thought was pretty weird. Even for him.

"yeah, i guess" you reply. 'this is so awkward. why is this jerk trying to start a conversation with me? he's probably just trying to use me to get close to my parents. i did hear him and his boys are starting a band and they probably think i'm the key to getting promotion from 2 famous singers known as my parents. don't you dare fall for it, y/n. he just wants your parents' fame to lead to his. ugh, but why is he so fucking cute? NOPE. y/n, if you fall for this, you'll look like such a desperate dumb girl. keep your guard up' you think to yourself.

You guys finally arrive to your house and walk in. You yell to see if your parents are home but no one answers. You figure they must be at work. You take Brandon to the kitchen to grab a snack and then you take him upstairs to your room.

"Quite the princess" he teases you obviously referring to all of your expensive stuff from your parents. And sometimes other celebrities. You hated being called princess. You don't know why, but that nickname just bothered you for some reason. But he can't make fun of you for being fancy when he's always wearing Louis Vuitton, Balenciaga, Versace, etc. You name the expensive brand, he got it.

"Actually, my parents think I'm an angel, thank you very much. Most of those perfumes are gifts from my mom, the chains and grills from my dad, the Balenciaga from Bad Bunny, Gucci from Ozuna, and obviously the Versace from my uncle DY. I think I also have Chanel from Becky G when her and my dad were working on that one song with Prince Royce"

"Mommy and Daddy must really spoil their little princess" he laughs, obviously trying to get on your nerves. You tried not to get mad otherwise he would get what he wants, to annoy you. You weren't planning on letting him win.

"Brandon, can we just start the project?" you say, "Otherwise, please remind me why I even let you in my house"

"Because you think I'm cute and you like me and you wanna be with me" he said smirking in your face. Which you thought was lowkey cute. 'Ugh. Get a grip, y/n'

"In your dreams, Arreaga" you replied.

"No thanks" he says laughing. You just roll your eyes at him.

You got out your glasses from your backpack and put them on. Which caused Brandon to start laughing a little.

"Damn. Look at little miss nerdy" he attempted to say while laughing. You just rolled your eyes and said "you have glasses too, dumbass". You just decided to ignore him and opened the textbook.

"Keep rolling your eyes at me. See if you can find a brain back there to match the glasses." he said. 'why is he so mean to me? what did i do to him?'

You were laying on your bed reading your textbook with him by your side and you felt something heavy on your shoulder. You turned over to see Brandon sleeping on your shoulder. You smiled a little and put a pillow under his head. You took off his glasses and set them on your nightstand. 'wow. he looks so peaceful' You stared at him a little longer then kissed his forehead and he smiled a little. 'damn. why does my life now feel complete since i did that? weird. ew'. You went downstairs to grab a water bottle and saw your parents walk in. 'they must have just gotten home early from work' you thought.

"Emmanuel, that wasn't okay. Me vale que el fue el que empezo. You made it worse by retaliating. You are such a child sometimes, baby." your mom was scolding your dad about who knows what.

"Que paso?" you asked "What happened?"

"Oh nothing" said Karol "Just your dad almost fighting a guy at the Gucci store for taking the last wallet"

"WHAT. NO MAMES." you said laughing.

"Your mom's being dramatic. Carolina, where was I supposed to keep my money if I didn't have the wallet?" your said

"What money, Emmanuel?! We have debit cards!! We don't carry around cash!! So how was school, hija?" your mom asked.

"Um, pretty good" you replied "Oh by the way, I have a friend over. He fell asleep on my bed while we were studying though, but I mean who could blame him? That textbook is SO boring and-"

"HE? As in a boy?" Anuel started.

"Yeah, dad. But don't worry he's just a friend and-"

"Me vale madre. I don't want no hijoeputo in your bed. He isn't trying nothing with my daughter in my house" he threatened. You honestly wouldn't mind if your dad set all hell loose on him. Then the dumb shit decided to come downstairs and open his big mouth. 'Brandon, now would've been a good time for you to stay upstairs ' you thought, mentally facepalming yourself.

"Hey, y/n. Imma go over to Zion's place with the boys because I'm not gonna do this project and you can just...". He froze when he saw your parents. "You must be her parents. Mister and Missus Rodriguez. I'm y/n's friend, Brandon. I am a huge fan of your work."

"Well thank you, Brandon. You seem like such a nice young man. Y/n has never mentioned you before-" your mom said.

"Mami, no..." you started but then stopped because Brandon started telling you something. 

"You hear that? A nice young man" Brandon whispered to you while standing behind you. He started to head towards the door. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I admire what you do and your daughter is such a nice girl. Have a good night, Mr and Mrs Rodriguez. See you tomorrow, y/n." said Brandon while winking at you with an evil smirk. You just rolled your eyes and flipped off the door after he close it. You went upstairs to your room and saw he left a note on your book:

listen, nerd. you already know what's gonna happen. you do everything and we split the grade. or else... by the way, if word gets out about this, you will feel so much pain you'll wish you were dead. so careful. meet me tomorrow under the bleachers before school. see you then, babygirl.  -Brandon ;)

You wanted to cry so hard. 'why does he even hate me. i did nothing to him'. You cried a little then fell asleep with the fear of seeing him at school tomorrow.