Bullied by the Bad Boy

Bullied by the Bad Boy MARAMARTHA Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Author’s Note Acknowledgement Connect with me: End Matter Published in 2022 by Agbalumo Stories An imprint of Agbalumo Editing Services Tel: +234 814 255 0150 Email: [email protected] Copyright © Maramartha, 2022 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Maramartha. The moral right of Maramartha to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. Aside from some locations that are used for credibility purposes. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. For my Chi. This is because of you. One I am Broadway Heights most disliked. Well, not the entire school, only the senior class. The thing is when the Queen B—Bee or Bitch, your pick—starts hating on you, the whole school joins her. It’s a viral hate no one questions. The few who don’t join the hate train stay completely away to avoid trouble. Sure, only Olivia and her minions are bold enough to hate on me openly, and I don’t expect her to change. It’s her fault we are no longer friends. If only she had kept it in her pants. A tug on my shirt snaps me back to the present. The reflection of my best friend appears on my car window, and I turn around with a huge grin to welcome her into the new semester. Her high-pitched scream has me plugging my fingers into my ears as she snatches me in a hug. Summer was no fun without her. “Hola,” she says in her beautiful Spanish accent and switches to the language as if I understand it. I wait for her to finish talking, but the thing with Maria is she never stops talking. If you want to get a word in, then you must cut her off, so that’s what I do. I throw an arm around her shoulders. “Maria Vega! How was the party?” Some boys from our school hosted a party last night, a prelude to our last year in Broadway Heights, and in Maria’s book, you never say no to a cute boy who asks nicely. In my book, you say no to every boy. High school isn’t for dating. It’s that period of your life you’re forced to endure, so you do your best to get by and stay unnoticed. “Not bad. You should have come.” Maria shrugs my arm off her shoulders and drags me toward the door. I hesitate at the front stairs. She takes a step forward and stops. “Tessa?” See, Maria is very pretty. With her waist-length blond hair, honey eyes, smooth accent, banging body, and beautiful heart, she is the type of cheerleader everyone wants to befriend. And then, you have me. Cool Tessa. I am a sight for sore eyes. At least, that’s what my mom says. I’ll look better if I try to wear something besides black T-shirts and skinny jeans. Sometimes, I think she’s disappointed her only daughter isn’t following her fashion path. My mom is a fashionista. “Theresa Mower!” Maria snaps her fingers in my face. I offer her a sheepish grin and widen my big brown eyes into what I hope is a puppy-eyed look, but she pinches my nose. She places her hand on her waist and says, “This is a new session. We promise to try and socialize more, right? We have one more year to go. Let’s make the best of it.” By we, she means only Tessa because she’s already a social butterfly, and I am that friend who would rather spend her weekend binge-watching old movies or tv series. She loops her hand through my elbow and pulls me to stand on the stairs with her. I am two inches taller than her, but her heels already take care of the height difference. Maria pushes the door open. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and step in. The hallway is quiet as we stroll in, but I make sure to stick beside Maria as we head for our lockers. People seldom glance my way when I’m with her. All attention is always focused on her. I can always handle myself, but having her around me in the mornings feels good since we don’t share any classes. We are almost at our lockers when the silence hits me. Broadway Heights brims with various categories of teenagers. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the nice, so silence a few days after resumption should worry anyone. And it unnerves me, even Maria. She retrieves her phone from her purse, and I laugh when I see the big fluffy ears attached to the case of her iPhone. She calls it a fashion statement. I call it a miss. I know she’s searching BGC. Broadway Gossip Column. It’s a gossip blog run by an anonymous student. My guts tell me it’s Olivia, as the whole thing reeks of her. Pink themes, dull design, and boring interface. But no one knows for sure. I’ve