Theproblemwithbullying Stories

"I can't take it! Why am I so different? What did I do to make them hate me?" I sat on the bench bawling. I felt like a spoiled child that couldn't get a certain candy from the store. I felt even more stupid when I realized I was crying in front of Scott. He may never cut me some slack about this. "Hey! Piper! Calm down! They don't like differences, okay? It's not your fault. You didn't do anything," He sat down next to me, both his hands on my shoulders. his hands felt warm and comforting, and his bulky biceps from drumming bulged out of his T-shirt. He lifted my chin up and we made eye contact. His brown eyes sparkled and looked more gold in the sun. At that moment, my heart raced. my face turned bright red, and I tried to look back down at my shoes. He lifted my chin again. "They, are the kind of people, that the devil brings to this earth. They don't care about anyone but themselves. They are stupid and they are idiots, and really, they're the ones that are different. We should be judging them! Do we?" He looked straight into my eyes and didn't let go of my shoulders. We held in that position for a while. I heard Scott's phone buzz. I glanced and it was a text from Talia. "I gotta go," He said. He got up and started to walk away from the park bench, where I sat, motionless. "Scott," I said, trying to wipe the tears off my face. He turned around and stared into my eyes. "Thanks for not being a total freak today," I said, wiping the tears from my face. "Don't you speak so soon. Talia needs a lecture about manners. She may be hot, but she's not the queen of the world." He walked off. I thought for a second that I might have fallen in love with the twerp, but then again, Talia was controlling him like a robot and I soon figured that maybe it wasn't just her Maybe Lydia was right. I needed to make sure that Scott was a real friend. I guess I'll find out at the party.