All Chapters of Hated By The Bully King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AlessandroI launch a dart at the board and a smile creeps onto my mouth. Bullseye again. Colt rolls his eyes. I don’t know why the guy bothers. He never beats me.“Another round,” he says.Shaking my head, I laugh. “Just give up. And hand over the cash.” I hold out my hand.He shoves his hand in the pocket of his slacks and slams the money on my open palm. “As if you need it.”Before each game, we bet on who will win. If not for his company keeping him afloat, he’d be swimming in debts like his parents. That might be an exaggeration, but if he doesn’t keep his shit together, he might actually lose everything.“Another round,” he repeats, standing up from the chair next to me to retrieve the darts. I reach for my can of Coke and take a sip.The door bursts open and Ethan charges in, heading straight toward me. His eyes yell nothing but rage. “Don’t you think you’re taking things a bit too far?”I lower my can on the nearby table. “What are you talking about?”“You really want her dead

CoraMonday morning, I’m sitting in the Royal Elite cafeteria, poking at scrambled eggs and pancakes. After tossing and turning in bed last night, flinging the idea to and fro, weighing the pros and cons, I’ve made my final decision: I’m leaving Royal Elite Academy. No more questioning if I’m doing the right thing, no more trying to convince myself the bullying isn’t so bad. I’m done with this place and these people.After I shove the food down my throat, I’ll head to Principal Hipskind’s office and tell him my choice.I feel people staring at me as I continue trying to eat. Some students have humor in their eyes, like they’re glad I nearly drowned. A few, like Heather and her stupid friends, look pissed. I still have no idea who pushed me, but I won’t be surprised if she had something to do with it. Their looks only strengthen my resolve to be done with this place.As I’m forcing some orange juice down my parched throat, a pair of black shiny loafers slides in my line of vision. Slow

CoraThe library is the perfect place to keep a low profile, since hardly anyone comes here, except for the bookworms. True there hasn’t been a reason to keep a low profile, since there hasn’t been any more bullying, hardly any notes either. I trek the halls with every cell in my body on high alert, certain someone will pull something soon. But nothing. I don’t know what’s worse, getting bullied or worrying I’ll get bullied any second.Most of the students hardly look my way. If I do get disgusted looks, they’re usually from Heather and her friends or Jayson and his crew. But none of them approach or touch me. In fact, when Jayson passed my lunch table earlier today with a pudding in his hand, I could have sworn he’d pour it down my back. I even twisted my body slightly, ready to flee if he got too close. But he didn’t even look my way. I’m not sure if I should count my blessings or run for my life.Someone flops down on the chair across from me. I groan when I take in that familiar c

CoraWe walk in silence toward campus. I didn’t realize how far we are. Did I really pursue that deer all the way out here? If not for Alessandro, I would get lost. Speaking of which, how does he know his way around so well? It’s so dark I can barely see my own shoes.My hand accidentally knocks into his. I nearly gasp when an eclectic current passes through my body. Alessandro snatches his hand away so fast it’s like he got burned. Then he storms ahead of me, but not far enough that we’ll get separated.“You’re going too fast,” I complain. “And my feet hurt.”“Stop whining.”“Excuse me? I’ll whine as much as I want.”“Poor people,” he mutters under his breath. “Can’t stand them.”“Oh, really? Well all of you rich, spoiled assholes are really grating on my nerves. You guys have everything and still complain. You don’t know what it’s like…” My voice cracks. “Whatever.”“What? To lose a job? What are you complaining about now? My dad gave your dad a very good job, one he’s totally unqua

CoraAlessandro and I pass through the Tunnel and emerge into the girls’ dorm. I have no idea what time it is, but it must be pretty late because all the lights are shut and it’s so quiet. I don’t even see the staff member perched in her seat near the entrance to the dorm.“Looks like the coast is clear,” I say.If a guy is found in the girls’ dorm after ten PM and vice versa, it’s immediate expulsion. I hope Alessandro can sneak out of the building and to the guys’ dorm without being caught. Not that I care if he gets expelled.He makes a move to leave, when I say, “Thanks for getting me out of the pit.”He continues on, not saying a thing. A moment later, I hear a crash.“Son of a—!”“Shh!” I flick the small light on and find soda cans littering the floor.“What the hell are these doing near the door?” he says.I fold my arms. “Maybe because the princesses can’t bother themselves to throw them out in the garbage?”“Doesn’t the staff clean up after this place?”“Um, it’s the weekend?