Page 77 of Broken by my Bully
I scramble up so fast, the room spins.
“No way!” I point at her. “No fucking way.”
“The whole point of this game is that you don’t get to decide how cruel I can be.”
“Melissa, no. I’m not saying that.”
“It’s a lie,” she groans. “It even says so on the card thingy.”
“Yeah? But you have to post it somewhere public.”
“I’ll hashtag it.” She smiles like a fucking shark. “Hashtag lies. Hashtag bullcrap. Hashtag?—”
“I could get expelled.”
“What? Oh, please.” She waves a hand, dropping my phone so she can stare at me. “Students fuck faculty all the time. As long as it’s not blatant that you got better grades because of it, and you don’t rub it in the dean’s face, no one gives a shit.”
She lifts my phone again. “We’re all adults here.” Her giggle is pure evil.
“Come up with something else.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Fine you fucking drama queen.” She glances away and then focuses my phone on me again. “Okay, okay. Say you’ve stolen something.”
“Like what?”
“Like…someone’s wallet.”
My arms constrict even tighter around my chest. “Fuck off.”
“Seriously?”
I look away, fuming. “Delete your socials,” I tell her.
“You can’tmakeme suffer a consequence.”
“Well, I’m not letting you be cruel to me, either.”
Melissa scoffs, then looks taken aback when I just keep staring at her. “Haven, come on. I’m not deleting my accounts. They’re…” she swallows. “I network with them and stuff.” Her chin lifts. “You wouldn’t understand. I mean, you have like a total of five messages on your phone. Like, ever.”
“It’s a new phone,” I grate.
Melissa looks away, and then her shoulders slump. “Wow.”
“What?”
She’s shaking her head. “I guess those weren’t rumors,” she whispers, going over to her phone to press pause.
When she looks at me over her shoulder, there’s a crease of concern between her brows. “Is it the tequila, or is this starting to feel like some kind of fucked up experiment?”
I shake off my irritation and nod at her. “Yeah, shit. That went from zero to a hundred in sixty seconds.” I drop my head, rub my eyelids, wave her over. “You’re right, I’m being a drama queen. I’ll say the thing about stealing the wallet.”
“Yeah, fuck that,” she says, then switches the camera to selfie mode. “Hey, Professor, so I can’t exactly film this since it’s happening on my phone, but I’ll do a screenshot for you and include it in the submission.”
“Melissa?” I push to my feet. “What are you doing?”
She shrugs, but her eyes are on her phone. “I don’t even mind. Hardly go in this account anymore because of Man-Child’s DMs.” She snorts. “Jesus, forty-seven. And I checked this like two days ago. Can you believe this shit?”
Her nails tap against the glass as she busies herself on her phone, then she sets it up on the dresser again.
