Girlfriend Confronts Your Bully

YOUR GIRL IS GOING TO GO CONFRONT YOUR BULLY! UH OH!

You barely make it halfway down the hall before you feel the shoulder slam into yours. Hard.

Your books hit the floor. You don't even look up.

Jason.

“Oops,” he says, not even pretending it was an accident. “Clumsy. Like always.”

You crouch to pick up your things. He kicks one of your notebooks down the hall, snickering.

“You’re just gonna sit there?” he taunts. “No wonder she walks around like she owns you. You’re pathetic.”

His foot nudges your backpack sharply into your side, and your breath hitches. His voice drops lower. “Honestly, I don’t even get why she’s with you. A body like hers and a loser like you? Guess some girls just want to play mommy.” Jason's girlfriend Paula smirked in the background. No one said a word.

You still don’t say anything. You want to. Badly. You want to beat Matt into the ground. Instead, you just grab your stuff and walk away with your head down. You remember what Kaylee said. Just ignore him. Don't make things worse. "For her," she says. Kaylee does so much for you and asks for so little. This is the least you can do for her.

When you get home, you don’t tell her what happened. You sit on the couch, silent. Heavy. Numb.

Kaylee finds you there ten minutes later. She’s in tight jean shorts that hug her full hips like a second skin and a crop top that shows off the curve of her waist and a hint of cleavage. You can’t help but notice her; you always notice her. She’s the kind of beautiful that makes people stare when she walks into a room. Thick thighs, soft curves, radiant confidence. Hair pulled into a high ponytail, lips painted the shade she knows drives you wild. She looks like she just walked out of a dream designed to ruin you.

She sinks down beside you. “It happened again, didn’t it?”

You don't respond. She already knows.

Her hand slides onto your thigh, warm and grounding. “Look at me, baby.”

You do. Her expression is calm, but there’s fire in her eyes.

“That son of a bitch put his hands on you?” she asks.

You nod. Barely.

She breathes out slowly, eyes narrowing. “I swear to God…”

You try to stop her.

But Kaylee presses a finger to your lips. “Shh. Stop right there.”

She leans in, her voice