All Chapters of Hated By The Bully King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CoraMy hands slide down my face as I gape at the person standing before me. His russet hair is shorter. Why the hell did he cut it? Oh yeah, stupid school policy. And he looks different—is he skinnier? His face...it's different, too. More angry, maybe? He kind of looks like he did back on my first day at Royal Elite. And ugh, the uniform is so ugly, but oh my god, it looks amazing on him. He looks so damn good."Alessandro," I whisper.He kicks his shoe into my assailant and marches over to me, his eyes soaking in every inch of me. He stops short before me, his eyes continuing to rove over me. I can't read the expression on his face, not sure if he's pissed I'm here, or glad, or—He falls to his knees. "Cora, is this a dream?""No dream," I rasp.He touches my cheek. "It is you." He gathers me in his arms. "What are you doing here?" Before I have a chance to melt into him, he pulls away and studies my wig. "What's on your head?" He looks at Ethan and Colt, who have released their att

CoraAlessandro Beckham looks amazing as a brunette.Then again, he'd look amazing even if he wore a bird's nest on his head. And he looks so similar to the guy he's impersonating, it's uncanny."You sure you packed everything you need?" I ask, eyeing the small bag he slung over his shoulder. He can't take everything with him because that'll look suspicious, but I have no idea what he could have stashed in such a small bag,He shrugs. "I'll just buy anything else I need."Right. Because rich people can do that.Colt ends his call. "The car's waiting for us outside the gates. You good, man?" he asks Alessandro."I'm ready to get the hell out of this place."We make our way out of the dorm and toward the school gates. Again, some of the kids stare at us, but thankfully no one starts up with us. We make it all the way to the security booth in one piece.The guard peers at all four of us with heightened suspicion. "And where exactly do you boys think you're going?"Alessandro marches up t

CoraI settle down next to Colt as he cranes his neck to scan the area."Checking to make sure no one's onto us?" I ask."Always got to be on the look-out.""This wig is so damn itchy," Alessandro mutters as he glares at the floor with his arms crossed over his chest. "As soon as we get on the plane, I'm taking it off.""I kind of dig you as a blond," Colt says, jabbing his arm playfully."Not me," I say. "I love your russet locks."His eyes slowly meet mine, and he gives me such a sweet smile that my whole body melts."Why did you cut it? They forced you?"He nods with a scowl.I glance at Ethan and find him once again absorbed in his phone. It doesn't really surprise me, but it sucks. I understand how important it is for him to work, but it almost feels like he's not even here."This waiting around is grating on my nerves," Alessandro huffs."You know something? I kind of like it," Colt says. "It's interesting watching these people. Check those two out." He points to an elderly coup

Cora"I don't know why I bother," I say as Ethan, Colt, and I leave the airport. I tuck my phone in my bag. "Alessandro doesn't have his phone."I'm freezing cold, but that's not only due to the weather. I'm numb. I don't know if my brain is even here. I think I left it and my heart back on the runway in Paris.Colt wrenches his red wig off his head and rams it into the nearby bin. "It was all for nothing." He slams his foot into the can. "All for nothing!"He's right. We're back to two weeks ago. Except now I think his dad will do whatever it takes to keep him away from Royal Elite. To keep him away from me.I wrap my arms around Colt and guide him away from the garbage can before airport security arrests him for vandalism.Ethan walks up to us. "I called a car. It should be here any minute.""I failed," Colt moans. "I promised I'd get him home for you, Cora. I let you down.""No." I look into his eyes. "You didn't fail me. You did everything you could to get him back. But I guess...

CoraThings have gotten back to normal. Well, sort of. Alessandro and I get along okay, but he seems...distant. We don't joke around or argue like we did in the past, and whenever I text him, he keeps his responses short and to the point. He doesn't even react when I send him a picture of Rosie.I tell myself that whatever he's going through has nothing to do with me—please, as if I'm the center of his world. His relationship with his dad is probably very shaky right now and he's trying to deal. Still, two weeks ago he opened up and told me what was going on in his life. Now he's shutting me out. I tell myself to be patient, that Alessandro will come to me if and when he's ready.Luckily, I'm so swamped with school that it keeps me distracted. But then the weekend rolls around and I find myself alone in my room, with nothing but my thoughts. Which basically revolve around the Royal Elite Princes, specifically Alessandro. Specifically the hot kiss we shared on Baryard campus.My phone