All Chapters of Hated By The Bully King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cora"A pretty rose for a pretty girl." Beckett whips out a white rose and bows before me."Thanks. It's beautiful."He tucks it behind my ear, his touch soft and featherlike.Beckett looks so good in a crisp hunter green dress shirt and black jeans, his hair slick and smooth, bangs tickling his brows. He eyes me just as I eye him, his lips lifting into a broader grin. "You look beautiful."My cheeks heat up. "Thanks. You look beautiful, too. I mean—not beautiful. Handsome."He chuckles softly before taking a step closer to me. "It's okay," he says in a gentle tone. "No need to be nervous.""Sorry. It's just that...with everything that happened...you know, since the start of the year, I guess..."He puts his finger on his lips. "We don't have to talk about the past. Let's focus on the present." He holds out his arm for me.I smile. "That sounds perfect."He guides me to the Tunnel and off campus, using the woods as cover as we make our way to his car. I whistle when I take it in. I ha

Cora"Beckett?" I ask as I shield my eyes from the lights. "What's going on?"A wicked laugh fills the area. "How pathetic are you, Peasant Bitch," the familiar voice of Heather snarls. "Did you actually think Beckett liked you? As if anyone would like a poor loser like you."Even though the flashlights are still shining in my eyes, I can make out forms all around me. Heather, Jayson, their friends, and a handful of others. And then Beckett standing near Heather, his lips curled into a sneer. Not the sweet smile he showered me with all night.Every cell in my body pricks with betrayal and disappointment. I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true.With a scowl, I rise to my feet. "What do you want, Heather?" I demand.She storms over and gets in my face. "Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm still in because of that shit you pulled at my party? My parents cut me off for an entire month. I'm forced to wear the same outfits twice!"I fold my arms across my chest. "Boo hoo?""I to

CoraThe guys are quiet as they continue pressing on my wounds. They keep peeking at them with slight frantic looks, even Alessandro. Does he actually...care that I'm hurt? He, the guy who hates my guts and made it his mission to get rid of me from day one? A part of me wonders if this is some sort of prank, like maybe he and the guys are pretending to care so they can hurt me even worse in the future. Maybe I should shove them away and tell them to leave me the hell alone. But then I remember the way Alessandro took the guys down, the way he carried me in his arms, the way Colt used his ninja moves, and the shocked and worried look on Ethan's face when he saw me in this state. There's just no way they're not sincere."Alessandro, can you take over for me?" Ethan asks. "I want to clean her other cuts."Alessandro leans forward and applies pressure to my other wound with his free hand, his eyes dead-locked on mine, still carrying slight hesitation and fear."Am I doing it right?" Colt

CoraWith another unsure look thrown at me, Ethan leaves the room. Colt pulls Alessandro's desk chair closer to the bed and plops down, presenting me with another one of his boyish smiles.I can't help but laugh, even though it makes my body ache."What?" he asks."Do you know what kind of effect your smile has on girls?"His grins. "Yep."I laugh again and shake my head. But that makes the bed shake, which makes my body shake, and I release a soft moan.Colt's on his feet, his eyes crazed with worry. "You good?""I'm fine," I assure him. "But maybe I shouldn't move. It's okay, Colt, sit down. I'm not going to break."He nods and sits down."That was some sick karate moves, by the way," I tell him. "I didn't know you were such a ninja."He offers me a smile. "My dad got me into karate when I was barely out of diapers. You know, to learn self-defense in case I got kidnapped or something. I didn't think I'd actually have to use my skills."I release a deep breath when the memories from

CoraMonday morning, I cover myself from neck to ankle, hiding every single one of my wounds from view. It's a good thing my face is clear.Yanking on a sweater, I try not to groan. Is it too hot to wear a sweater in this weather? And the tights...I'll look like an idiot. But at least you can't see the evidence of Friday night's attack. I bet Heather, Jayson, and their asshole friends will mock me the whole day. And like in the past, I won't have anyone on my side.After swallowing down my pain medication, I sling my backpack over my shoulder, trying not to wince, and wrap my fingers around the doorknob. I can do this. I've been doing it for the past two months. I survived before. I will survive again. And I made a promise to myself last night that I'll give Royal Elite Academy one last shot. If I'm attacked one more time, I'm gone. Done with the place and its damn students. A part of me still clings to the school, to the hope of my future. Because I don't want anything to stand in th