When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (ereader for comics TXT) 📗

A smile sprinkled on my cheeks. It was a significant relief for me; at least someone is there amongst the seniors who treat their juniors like humans.

I saw Aunt Agnes was smiling too. She adores him.

“He is my kind-hearted boy. And another bookworm,” 

That’s cute.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” she patted his back.

We nodded, and there she went to make coffee for us.

We took another trolly to place the books on the shelves.

I climbed the ladder as Matt helped to pass through the books.

“So, you are the one everyone was talking about?” He said.

I looked at him with an upset face.

“Lucky me,” I answered in a lower voice.

Suddenly, he got a call. He moved towards the window.

“Hello,” 

“I am in the library.”

“I am not coming. I am helping someone.”

“No, not Aunt Agnes”

“I will tell you,”

“Don’t wait, bye,”

He hung up the call and walked towards me, passing another book.

Unintentionally, it touched my elbow.

“Ahh...,” a painful voice came out.

“Are you OK?” he said.

I pulled my sleeves up and saw the scratch filled with droplets of blood.

“Come down.” he pulled me immediately from the ladder.

“How did you get hurt? We need to clean this.”

“Aunt, where is the first aid box?” He said all this in one breath.

I was standing next to the chair when he held my hand.

He looked at my scratch with an intense gaze.

He seemed caring to me.

Hastily, he took out the cotton and dipped it in Dettol.

“This is going to hurt,” he said.

I squinted, knowing it would make me scream as I used to in childhood.

He pressed my wound with the cotton dipped in the Dettol.

A painful moan escaped my mouth as tears rolled through my eyes.

I cringed the chair hard as I could feel my nails inserted in, channelized all my screams towards the flinched chair.

My big tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Are you ok?” My eyes were closed as I heard a voice.

I thought it was Matt who questioned me, but when I opened my eyes, Matt was blowing air on my wound.

I felt another presence beside me when I saw my hand had not flinched on the chair. My nails pierced in somebody’s hand. From the corner of my eyes, I saw something unexpected.

“You,”

 “I am sorry. Sir,” out of the blue, what was he doing here?

It was Xander. But when did he come here?

And why was he standing next to me? Why does my hand flinch at his wrist?

Lots of questions boomed in my mind. I jerked my hand from my wrist. “What are you doing here?” Matt questioned.

He didn’t answer them because he was busy looking at my nervous, flushed face. I gulped my lump and backed myself and lowered my peers immediately.

“Xan, what?” Matt asked again.

Looking at his wrist, I somehow felt he would punish me for this. Why am I the only one who used to get trapped in these situations?

“Nothing came to see you,” Xander answered, his eyes pasted on me.

Miss Agnes offered the coffee to Matt and me. To fix the damages I have done, I extended mine towards Xander.

“I will make one for you,” Matt answered.

The environment was a bit suffocating for me. 

Aunt Agnes walked inside to help Matt, leaving me with the man I feared presently.

Xander and I were left alone in this prominent place.

“Are you ok?” He questioned in a husky voice.

I nodded as I took the moisturizer from my bag and asked for his hand, keeping my eyes down.

“I am sorry. I didn’t know about your hand.”

“I can put in some moisturizer over,” I signaled towards his hand.

He darkened me with his shadow and pulled up his sleeves as I applied the moisturizer to the affected areas.

It must have hurt him.

And somehow, I felt he deserved that for humiliating me.

But I am not an evil person. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I tried my best to caress the cream with my finger pads.

I could feel warm air brushing my forehead and goosebumps on his hand. Whatever was happening between us was awkward. He made my life hell, and what am I doing to him? 

He kept the stinky bucket for me, wrote nasty comments on my locker, and what am I doing here? 

I am putting moisturizer on his wounds.

I was battling inside from good to bad.

And he was looking at me quietly.

I backed myself up. Without looking at him, I picked up my bag.

“Hey, your coffee,” Matt’s voice comes from the back.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t handle his presence near me. 

“Next time,” These words I left behind before I walked out of the door.

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