Falling In Love With The Bully
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He pushes me into the lockers, making me gasp. "H - Harry, p - please," I gasp, panicking now. He smirks, knowing he has control over me. Fear flashes through my eyes and pulses through my veins. I wish he'd just leave me alone. Harry, as in the dictator, bully, but also Mr Popular. But why did he always have to pick on me?
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