My Bully
Chapter 1
A gloomy evening in my terrace:
Standing in her terrace Reena stared at the evening sunset. The red-orange rays spilt all over the horizon, "wow" she was mesmerized by the beauty.
She began to walk through the evening breeze, her dark brown wavey hair was all over her face. It kind of soothing her.
Leaning on the railing she closed her eyes forgetting the world. She heard someone's footsteps ascending the stairs suddenly her throat went dry seeing the person in front of her.
standing in her worn out pyjamas and messy hair, he was the last person in the world she wanted to see.
Anand...her teenage crush.A smart, gorgeous and arrogant next door boy.
And bad with a capital "B".
As usual, he looked tempted.
His black button up shirt fit his torso, the roll-up sleeves and distressed jeans made him look like a model. His spikey modern undercut gave him a bad boy kinda look.
He stared Reena on his hooded eyes in a teasing manner.
This was his usual way of seeing her, he always a jerk to her and teased her shyness
But still, she was ogling him like a "sex god"
Even though she was irritated by his behaviour, she felt affected by him someway the other.
His stare sends shivers down her spine which she wanted her body to bury deep under the ground and disappear without a trace.
She felt her pounding heart would leap out of her chest anytime sooner
All these days he only took the chance to irritate her outdoors, but now he had the audacity to come to her house?
Of course, she secretly likes him being there. After all, she used to peek through her windows only to see him playing football on the opposite ground. Ahh..what a sight ..he looks likes a Greek god in a sweaty muscular body with his shorts.
"Hmm," he cleared his throat, only to bring her back from her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" She stuttered to herself, hoping he'd heard it
"Mee? Ahh...I saw you trying to kill yourself leaning beyond the railing so I came here to rescue you. Why? Did you failed your exams again?" he asked with a smirk.
Hearing his mocking tone she wanted to smash his handsome face to wipe off that smirk.
Without saying a word she started to walk past him.
"Wait" he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her to his side. Straddling without a balance she stomped heavily to the concrete floor with a loud thud.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, not because of the bruises and scratches on her elbow, but the embarrassment caused by him.
Anger aroused inside her, pumped every ounce of her blood directly to her face making it look like a tomato.
Her body urges to get up and run far away from him, but the pain in her back still throbbing made her unable to move from the spot.
Anand tried to lift her grabbing both her elbows.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he muttered looking defeated.
She felt a jolt of electricity rushed through her adrenaline by his touch.
She shook her head off to clear the dirty thoughts.
"Stupid... don't fall for him, you are supposed to hate him, he is nothing but a bully" her heart screamed inside her ears.
She walks past him limping.
"Where are you going?" He asked worriedly
"Far away from you" the words gushed out of her mouth likes venom without her knowledge.
What? Why he looked shocked? Or hurt? But why? He is the one who hurt me now.
She resented her words but she started to descending the stairs slowly, giving some time for him to call her.
Call me....call me...her mind-voice constantly rattled in her head.
To her surprise, his grunted voice heard
"Why do you hate me so much. what did I ever do to you? you hated me as far as I can remember"
She stopped moving, too shocked by what he was asking.
What? Seriously? he really doesn't know what he was doing to me?
But it was true she hated him, forever but the fact that he'd noticed made her heart hurt a little inside.
She didn't know what to say"I....." she stumbled but he stopped her.
"You know what? I don't want to know" he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her heart immediately melts by his sweet gesture.
Chapter2
The trouble maker:
Reena POV:
I can't believe this, is he bipolar?
I won't forget even a single encounter with him.
Even our first meeting was a complete disaster.
It was the middle of December and the cool weather flowed through the open window in my room.
A bike honk and a dog barking made me jump slightly on my seated position on the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows and got to my feet and walked over to the window that out looked the neighbourhood.
I peaked my head slightly out so I could see what the commotion was and I saw a man sitting on a bike and a bulldog, barked and ran around him.
I was remotely stunned by the image below me. 'OMG', I gasped as my eyes fully set in what looked like a handsome devil in a leather jacket. The way his Jean clad legs moved elegantly from his motorbike might have any girl meltdown her feet.
This mysteriously handsome guy had to be the new neighbour.
He suddenly glanced up to my window and my eyes widened a fraction when we made eye contact. I quickly moved out of sight. I was caught watching him, "God! This was embarrassing"
I wasn't one to go around eyeing every boy who looked like a male model, yet this boy made me do just that.
But he was undeniably sexy, you couldn't really blame me.
I took a quick peek to see if the boy had gone, but I was unfortunately mistaken, he was still there, stock-still with one leg holding up him and his bike.
His face blank and expressionless, yet aimed at me.
I couldn't look away this time, I was motionless, immobile.
His small frown turned into a smirk as his eyes raked me up and down.
"Hey there, you alright" he called, his voice loud but deep, domineering and desirable.
I Shivered at the sound of it.
I didn't answer, my throat was too dry.
"Are you going to speak anytime today?"
He smirked again as he got off his bike and walked forward.
"You looked like a puppy lost in traffic. Need any help?"
I frowned and shut the curtains tightly, blocking him from the view. I could hear his chuckle below.
I peeked at him through the small gap in the curtains.
He was still looking my way, a small smile played on his lips.
"Anand..." a sweet lady voice came from the inside of his house. "Coming maa" he shouted without turning his head.
"See you around" he whispered to me, one last time and went inside his home with a bunch of boys from nowhere, Apparently his old friends.
I didn't know whether to be delighted or disappointed at the fact that he was gone.
He was arrogant, but he was fun.
One day, it was 8 in the morning. I was going to the nearby store, way past his house.
A sudden loud barking sound startled me.
I turned to my side holding my thumping heart which is about to explode, only to See that psycho and his bulldog, which seems like it's face was slammed twice by a hot frying pan. And his slimy drool...Eww...
On that day onwards that rude psycho never left me alone.
Whenever I stepped outside, he and his five stupid morons, whom he used to call "friends" followed me everywhere.
He used to chase me with his flat faced dog, throwing crackers on my way, puncturing my bike, hitting my head with his damn basketball, like that his entertainment list goes on.
He's a pompous, conniving manipulative jerk who always wants to do things his way and seems so keen on torturing me.
And now, he is asking "why do you hate me?"
I hope the ground opens and swallow him whole.
-To be continued..
A gloomy evening in my terrace:
Standing in her terrace Reena stared at the evening sunset. The red-orange rays spilt all over the horizon, "wow" she was mesmerized by the beauty.
She began to walk through the evening breeze, her dark brown wavey hair was all over her face. It kind of soothing her.
Leaning on the railing she closed her eyes forgetting the world. She heard someone's footsteps ascending the stairs suddenly her throat went dry seeing the person in front of her.
standing in her worn out pyjamas and messy hair, he was the last person in the world she wanted to see.
Anand...her teenage crush.A smart, gorgeous and arrogant next door boy.
And bad with a capital "B".
As usual, he looked tempted.
His black button up shirt fit his torso, the roll-up sleeves and distressed jeans made him look like a model. His spikey modern undercut gave him a bad boy kinda look.
He stared Reena on his hooded eyes in a teasing manner.
This was his usual way of seeing her, he always a jerk to her and teased her shyness
But still, she was ogling him like a "sex god"
Even though she was irritated by his behaviour, she felt affected by him someway the other.
His stare sends shivers down her spine which she wanted her body to bury deep under the ground and disappear without a trace.
She felt her pounding heart would leap out of her chest anytime sooner
All these days he only took the chance to irritate her outdoors, but now he had the audacity to come to her house?
Of course, she secretly likes him being there. After all, she used to peek through her windows only to see him playing football on the opposite ground. Ahh..what a sight ..he looks likes a Greek god in a sweaty muscular body with his shorts.
"Hmm," he cleared his throat, only to bring her back from her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" She stuttered to herself, hoping he'd heard it
"Mee? Ahh...I saw you trying to kill yourself leaning beyond the railing so I came here to rescue you. Why? Did you failed your exams again?" he asked with a smirk.
Hearing his mocking tone she wanted to smash his handsome face to wipe off that smirk.
Without saying a word she started to walk past him.
"Wait" he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her to his side. Straddling without a balance she stomped heavily to the concrete floor with a loud thud.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, not because of the bruises and scratches on her elbow, but the embarrassment caused by him.
Anger aroused inside her, pumped every ounce of her blood directly to her face making it look like a tomato.
Her body urges to get up and run far away from him, but the pain in her back still throbbing made her unable to move from the spot.
Anand tried to lift her grabbing both her elbows.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he muttered looking defeated.
She felt a jolt of electricity rushed through her adrenaline by his touch.
She shook her head off to clear the dirty thoughts.
"Stupid... don't fall for him, you are supposed to hate him, he is nothing but a bully" her heart screamed inside her ears.
She walks past him limping.
"Where are you going?" He asked worriedly
"Far away from you" the words gushed out of her mouth likes venom without her knowledge.
What? Why he looked shocked? Or hurt? But why? He is the one who hurt me now.
She resented her words but she started to descending the stairs slowly, giving some time for him to call her.
Call me....call me...her mind-voice constantly rattled in her head.
To her surprise, his grunted voice heard
"Why do you hate me so much. what did I ever do to you? you hated me as far as I can remember"
She stopped moving, too shocked by what he was asking.
What? Seriously? he really doesn't know what he was doing to me?
But it was true she hated him, forever but the fact that he'd noticed made her heart hurt a little inside.
She didn't know what to say"I....." she stumbled but he stopped her.
"You know what? I don't want to know" he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her heart immediately melts by his sweet gesture.
Chapter2
The trouble maker:
Reena POV:
I can't believe this, is he bipolar?
I won't forget even a single encounter with him.
Even our first meeting was a complete disaster.
It was the middle of December and the cool weather flowed through the open window in my room.
A bike honk and a dog barking made me jump slightly on my seated position on the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows and got to my feet and walked over to the window that out looked the neighbourhood.
I peaked my head slightly out so I could see what the commotion was and I saw a man sitting on a bike and a bulldog, barked and ran around him.
I was remotely stunned by the image below me. 'OMG', I gasped as my eyes fully set in what looked like a handsome devil in a leather jacket. The way his Jean clad legs moved elegantly from his motorbike might have any girl meltdown her feet.
This mysteriously handsome guy had to be the new neighbour.
He suddenly glanced up to my window and my eyes widened a fraction when we made eye contact. I quickly moved out of sight. I was caught watching him, "God! This was embarrassing"
I wasn't one to go around eyeing every boy who looked like a male model, yet this boy made me do just that.
But he was undeniably sexy, you couldn't really blame me.
I took a quick peek to see if the boy had gone, but I was unfortunately mistaken, he was still there, stock-still with one leg holding up him and his bike.
His face blank and expressionless, yet aimed at me.
I couldn't look away this time, I was motionless, immobile.
His small frown turned into a smirk as his eyes raked me up and down.
"Hey there, you alright" he called, his voice loud but deep, domineering and desirable.
I Shivered at the sound of it.
I didn't answer, my throat was too dry.
"Are you going to speak anytime today?"
He smirked again as he got off his bike and walked forward.
"You looked like a puppy lost in traffic. Need any help?"
I frowned and shut the curtains tightly, blocking him from the view. I could hear his chuckle below.
I peeked at him through the small gap in the curtains.
He was still looking my way, a small smile played on his lips.
"Anand..." a sweet lady voice came from the inside of his house. "Coming maa" he shouted without turning his head.
"See you around" he whispered to me, one last time and went inside his home with a bunch of boys from nowhere, Apparently his old friends.
I didn't know whether to be delighted or disappointed at the fact that he was gone.
He was arrogant, but he was fun.
One day, it was 8 in the morning. I was going to the nearby store, way past his house.
A sudden loud barking sound startled me.
I turned to my side holding my thumping heart which is about to explode, only to See that psycho and his bulldog, which seems like it's face was slammed twice by a hot frying pan. And his slimy drool...Eww...
On that day onwards that rude psycho never left me alone.
Whenever I stepped outside, he and his five stupid morons, whom he used to call "friends" followed me everywhere.
He used to chase me with his flat faced dog, throwing crackers on my way, puncturing my bike, hitting my head with his damn basketball, like that his entertainment list goes on.
He's a pompous, conniving manipulative jerk who always wants to do things his way and seems so keen on torturing me.
And now, he is asking "why do you hate me?"
I hope the ground opens and swallow him whole.
-To be continued..
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