All Chapters of Hated By The Bully King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CoraThe limo stops before a building with music you can hear from miles away."Are you sure this is the place?" the driver asks."It is," I assure him. "Come, Alessandro."He wrinkles his nose. "Where the heck are we?""A teen club," I say."A club?""Have you ever been to one?""No. Colt has many times, but not me. Especially not one like...this.""Trust me, you'll have a blast."Alessandro wrinkles his nose again as we walk inside, then his eyes light up in wonder. The decor is amazing, so retro. It really feels like we've gone back a few decades."This is..." he starts."Awesome, right?" I take his hand and lead him further into the club. Some people stare at our clothes—we're way too overdressed—but I ignore them and pull Alessandro to the center of the dance floor. "You've got moves, Beckham. Show these people what you've got."Alessandro and I let loose and have a blast dancing to the music. He smiles so many times, I've lost count. My dress gets in the way sometimes, but it's

Cora"Cora?"There's a light knock on my door, followed by a short pause, before it clicks open and a light brown head peeks in."Hey," Colt Montgomery says softly, flashing me a sweet, hopeful smile and widening the door. Ethan Aldridge stands behind him, offering me an identical smile. Well, he's trying to. He's nowhere as good at hiding his worry as Colt is, and the corners of his lips tremble slightly.They both know the combination to my lock. I'm not really sure when they convinced me to give it to them—the past week has been such a blur. But I guess they were sick and tired of not being able to see me. Truth is, I don't think I would have eaten anything these past few days if not for them.Colt is still all smiles as he strides inside and lowers himself on my desk chair. Ethan's more hesitant, carefully shutting the door and dropping down on the corner of my bed. His weight sinks it down, and I immediately feel the warmth of his body through the blanket wrapped around me. Still

CoraI lie in bed for another hour before forcing myself to the bathroom. Studying myself in the mirror, I notice how puffy and bloodshot my eyes are and how my dirty blonde hair looks like a mop. I wash my face with cold water and change into new clothes, then slip out of my room and head toward the rec room. Some of the kids are playing arcade games, and an ache of longing pricks my chest. It feels like forever since I played a game here.As I make my way toward the Princes' private game room, I catch sight of two giggling girls strutting in the same direction. Colt's girls. We nearly bump into each other as we reach the door. Both of them scrunch up their noses as though I smell like rotting fish, flip their perfect shiny hair, and prance into the room. Colt is at the dart board, a few darts in his hand, one straight on bullseye. The girls squeal, rushing over to him."Colty," one of them whines in a high-pitched voice. "We haven't hung out in forever."The other jumps in her place

CoraEthan arrives at the Tunnel, eyes wild with alarm. "What's going on?""It's Colt. He's smashed." I hand him my phone as I pull him into the Tunnel and toward the exit that leads outside the school gates.Ethan's emerald eyes widen as he watches the short video. "Colt never gets this drunk.""I know."This has to be because of Alessandro. Maybe Colt wasn't ready to face the reality until now, but it must have finally caught up to him.Once we're out of the Tunnel and outside Royal Elite's gates, Ethan slides his hand into mine and pulls me to the parking lot."Are you going to call your driver?" I ask."No, we'll use my car.""I didn't know you had a car here."He leads me to a dark car parked in the corner of the lot. It looks as expensive as all the others. "I have it here in case of emergencies. Most kids have cars here, though they mostly use them to sneak away to parties."We climb into the car and Ethan peels out of the lot. His driving is very composed and calculated, just

CoraColt hasn't said a word to me all day. Hasn't answered any of my texts. From social media, I learned he went out with a few girls in the early afternoon. I try not to let it sting, because I know he's not trying to purposely hurt me, but it does hurt. Why is it so hard for him to be vulnerable? Why doesn't he want anyone to take care of him?I only hope he won't push me away. I couldn't bear losing him, too.Ethan's busy the whole day with work, so I spend most of the day in my dorm room, eating far too much junk and watching way too much TV. I try to block out the anxious thoughts that keep knocking against my skull—tonight's mission. I don't want to chicken out. I'm going to get answers from Asher Beckham.I can't stand being in my room like this. I make my way into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. After I wipe it with a towel, I catch Heather McLauren glaring at me through the mirror's reflection.Slowly turning around, I say, "What?"With a snarl, she marches ov