When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (i wanna iguana read aloud .TXT) 📕

Ignoring him was the best way I tried to dissolve myself. Keeping my head low, I tried to open my locker, but it seemed stuck.

I tried hard one more time. Finally, I pulled it hard with my total energy. Suddenly, I felt something sticky covering my head and shoulder. The smell was so bad I vomited the very next moment.

It was a mustard sauce with some rancid oil mixed with it.

Clara and Luka wanted to help me, but they stopped when they saw Senior walking toward me.

“What happened, miss?” They were laughing at me. The humiliation crossed its limit, and all I wanted was to run from there. 

 I stopped for a few seconds and gazed at Xander before running toward the girl’s room. He stood there with a blank face and looked at me.

Why did I do that? I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to ask him why he was not laughing at me. Is he not enjoying the show? Or maybe I wanted him to stop all this.

He wanted to teach me a lesson. And here I am, covered with stinky mustard sauce spreading all over my clothes.

Tears covered my vision as my body was sticky and stinky simultaneously. Clara followed me as she tried to calm me down.

“Calm down, dear,” Clara helped me to clean up.

“Wait, I have some spare clothes in my locker. Let me bring it for you.” She walked out.

I was shaking with anger and disgrace.

“How could they do this to me?” I said in a distorted voice.

“Calm down,” Clara repeated her words again and again.

And all I saw was Xander’s face in front of my eyes. I hate him.

He is a heartless man. One thing I was sure of, I hated him. I hate him for everything. I didn’t get the courage to face my classmates not when everyone saw me getting badly treated by them. On my behalf, Clara informed all the professors about my health. Once I knew the Dean couldn’t help me, how could I expect anything from my professors?

Nobody can help me with this mess.

Tears were rolling through my eyes by lying on my bed and watching the old ceiling of my dorm. I looked at my phone, where I could see a missed call.

“Hello, Auntie,” I said. She took some time to answer.

“My child, how are you? Is everything alright?” Aunt Jeena answered.

My mom, Nia Marshall, died a few years back of blood cancer. My dad left my mom for another woman. Strangely, after spending a few years in an orphanage, I was adopted by Aunt Jeena. She was my mom’s best friend, and she was like another mother to me.

“I am fine. Did you find something about Caleb?” I wanted to divert my mind.

“He is not here. No sign of him.” She sighed.

Caleb is Aunt Jeena’s only son, who was like a big brother to me. We grew up together as a family, but later on, he fell for drugs while I was busy with my studies.

We tried hard to stop him, but the day came when he ran from the house. It’s been six months since he is not home. We tried hard to find him, but no signs of him.

“Tell me, did he call you?” Aunt said.

I knew why she asked me this question. Caleb loved me with his life. The only person he trusted ever was me. But this time, he didn’t tell me anything when he left the house.

“Aunty, if he would call me, I will tell you first. But don’t worry. I am sure we will find him.” I whispered.

She asked me about my new life, which I was not ready to share. I told her all the good things, or should I say I lied to her because I didn’t want her to take more stress from me?

It diverted my mind from my present condition for a few minutes, but once I hung up the phone, all the flashes returned to me. What am I going to do? What more would these people do to me? All the questions bombarded my mind.

It was evening, and I felt a headache. I snuggled myself under my bed and slept eating nothing.

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