My Bully’s Love
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: FRIENDS NO MORE

“Ella, hurry up or you’re going to be late for school!” This is the second time my mother has yelledupstairs for me, but I just sit here, on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall.

I tell myself that it’s going to be a good day, but who am I kidding? I haven’t had a good day at school intwo years. Only six more months left of my senior year, and then it will be all over. I’m not sure how I feelabout it yet, and that’s the most messed up part. I’ m eighteen years old, about to graduate high school,and I have a full scholarship to pretty much any college I want to go.

My name is Ella Baxter and I’m a nerd who has no friends, I never break any rules, and I have a deepneed to please everyone, but myself. I haven’t always been this way, but circumstances bring on change,and for me, it was not for the better. I used to have a lot of friends; two of them being my best friends,Amy and Bree. We were inseparable throughout middle school and junior high. It wasn’t until thebeginning of sophomore year when I had to distance myself from everyone in my life except for myfamily.

“Honey! Are you coming down or not?” Once again, my mother’s voice reaches me. Sighing, I reachdown, grabbing my backpack, and head down before mom has a coronary.

I paste a smile on my face as I round the corner to the kitchen, where my younger sister and brother sitwith a bowl of cereal. Eli, my nine-year-old brother has his bowl tipped back as he slurps the milk out.Meanwhile, my fifteen-year-old sister, Elise, is dripping milk on the table every time she spoons thecereal into her mouth because her eyes are glue to her cellphone. This is an everyday occurrence in theBaxter household.

I roll my eyes and lean down, giving my dad a kiss on his cheek, “Good morning, daddy.”

“Morning, sweetie, did you oversleep again?” His concern for my wellbeing is written all over his face.I’ve always been his little

girl, and it shows in the way he babies me over everything. I don’t complain though, because I need allthe love and attention that I can get these days.

“No, daddy.” I don’t add anything else, but I do smile at him. I could have lied and made something up,but again, I’m a goodie goodie; I would never lie to my parents. He only hesitates a moment before goingback to his newspaper.

Taking my seat beside my dad, my mother sets my two slices of peanut butter toast and a banana downin front of me. Unlike my siblings, I’m not a fan of cold cereal. I prefer something more substantial in mystomach before starting a grueling day at school.

“This is the third day in a row that I had to holler for you to come down more than once, Ella,” Mom takesher place across from me, on my father’s other side, as she sips her black coffee, Please don’t make it ahabit, my throat is starting to hurt.”

My father chuckles behind his paper, earning himself a slap on the arm from his wife, “Behave, Ethan!”

I’ve been around my parents enough to know how they are. They are both in their early forties, and stillhave their good looks. Unfortunately, they also still have a high sex drive, so I can only imagine what mydad’s chuckle was insinuating. Being around them every day, you get used to it. Besides, I think it’s socute that, even after all these years, they are still madly in love with one another. I hope I replace a love liketheirs in my lifetime.

*Oh! Before I forget,” Mom turns back to me, “I have a PTA meeting at Eli’s school this evening. I’ll havea casserole in the oven, but will need you to make sure your brother

and sister eat.”

*Sure, no problem.” My mom is always volunteering here and there, and she is the head of the PTA, soshe is always busy with that. “Will you be home for supper, dad?”

“I’m not sure, honey. I have a meeting with a client, and it may run late. Just put a plate in the warmer forme if I don’t make it in time.” I nod. My dad is a partner at his Law Firm, so it’s no surprise when hedoesn’t make it home on time. Sometimes my mom will bring dinner to him and his client if the meetingruns over.

Finishing up the last of my breakfast, I take my plate to the dishwasher and then scoop my bag up, “Thetrain is leaving!” i call out to Eli and Elise. Driving them to school every morning is our little morning ritual.It’s the only time that we get with each other these days. Elise is always busy with her friends, now thatshe’s a freshman, and Eli locks himself in his room and plays video games all evening.

As soon as we get into the car, Elise cranks up the radio, and our morning karaoke session begins. EdSheeran’s song, Shivers, my

sister’s favorite song, is playing, and she squeals. She starts to dance as she belts out the words, and Ican’t help but to laugh as I watch her strawberry blonde curls bounce around. Her blue eyes sparklewhen they replacemine, and she gives me a big smile. Unlike some sisters, we actually get along very well,but it’s times like this that I envy her innocence. I hope she never has to experience a day of what my lifeis like, because i’m afraid it may break her.

The second bell that starts the first class of the day is about to ring as I slam my locker closed. With mylaptop bag slung across my body, I quickly make my way to my first class before anybody can stop me.Mr. Miller, our math teacher, sits at his desk, shuffling through papers while we all file into the room. Ibreathe a sigh of relief once my butt touches my chair, knowing that for the next ninety minutes, I’ll havesome semblance of peace.

Unfortunately, Mr. Miller had us working on our next assignment, which kept me busy through the wholeclass, and before I know it, the bell rings. Packing my laptop away, I turn to leave and accidentally bump

into someone, I curse under my breath when I see who it is.

“Watch where you’re going, nerd!” Kaylee Simpson glares at me as though I had done it on purpose.

“I’m really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident.”

“I’m really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident.” She mimics and then shoves past me, “How about youaccidentally jump off a bridge?” Her friend, Callie, snickers at her lame attempt to insult me as they walkout.

Bumping into the captain of the school’s dance team first thing in the morning pretty much tells meexactly what kind of day I’m going to have. Kaylee doesn’t even know why she hates me so much. Weused to be acquaintances, not really running in the same crowd, but still talking between classes andoutside of school. Now she treats me like the dirt under her feet. Like everybody else, she dropped melike last season’s fashion line two years ago. One Friday night we were talking at a friend’s party, andthen come Monday morning, Kaylee and most of the senior class started to ignore me. It had only takenabout a week, and then the rest of the school abandoned me as well. That’s when it all started; it’s whenJace Palmer decided to make my life hell.

As next-door neighbors, Jace and I grew up playing together. Our parents are very good friends andwere always bringing our families together for summer barbeques, holidays, birthdays, anything youname it our families celebrated together. Jace knows everything about me, and I, him, since we werebest friends; wherever Jace was, I was right there with him. That is until we entered our sophomore yearin high school. It was as though he had developed amnesia and didn’t remember that we were bestfriends.

I remember as if it were only yesterday. It was the third Friday after the school year had started, and wehad hung with a group of friends after school let out for the weekend. We were excited and talking aboutthe party we were all going to that night. As always, Jace had driven us over to the party. I was having a

good time even though I wasn’t drinking any of the alcohol that was available to us, but Jace was. Notthat it was unusual for him to be drinking, because I was always the DD for him afterwards.

At one point, I spotted Jace standing in a corner talking to some girl named Madison, that had justmoved to town. Her and her brother were fraternal twins, but complete opposites. Her

brother, Mason, was more on the wild side, and a bit cocky, whereas she was more reserved. It lookedlike Jace was enjoying the conversation, so I wandered around, stopping a few times to chit chat. WhenMason had stopped me, he handed me a bottle of water, and I remember

thinking to myself that it was very kind of him to notice that I wasn’t drinking.

The night went on, and Mason stuck to my side, flirting with me the whole time. Kaylee had

come over, and we talked for a good thirty minutes before she moved on to talk to others. When I lookedaround the room, Jace was nowhere to be seen. The party was slowly

dwindling down when Mason asked if I needed a ride home. I had thanked him and told him that Jacewas my ride, but then he informed me that Jace already left the party with his sister. That hadn’t sat wellwith me, because it wasn’t like him to just up and leave without telling me.

I began searching the house for him, because I just couldn’t believe that he had left me

stranded. When I couldn’t replace him, I looked outside for his car, but it was gone, the spot where he parkedwas empty. I tried calling his cell phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. I was officially pissed offwith my best friend, and he was going to get an earful when I talked to him the next day. I had no choicebut to take Mason up on his offer to drive me home.

After giving Mason my address, I buckled myself into the passenger seat and tried texting

Jace, but he never replied back. Messaging him on social media had the same outcome, although, withthose messages, I could see that he was reading them, but ignoring me completely. I started to becomeworried, and when I lifted my head to say something to Mason about Jace ignoring me, I noticed that hewasn’t heading to my house. Instead, he was pulling into a secluded area where teenagers go to make-out or just get laid.

There were a few other cars in the clearing as we pulled in and he parked his car. I had tried to tell himthat I wanted to go home, that I didn’t want to be there with him. He tried to sweet talk me into staying,and eventually told me that he would only take me home if I gave him a kiss.

“What’s one little kiss going to do, right? I gave in and leaned over to give him a quick kiss, but hegrabbed me and hauled me over the middle counsel and crashed his mouth against mine.

I started to object when he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. He was

stealing the kind of kiss that I was saving for someone special. My fists started pounding against hischest, trying to get him to stop. With all of my thrashing around, I somehow got him between the legswith one of my limbs, causing him to grunt and pull back. Climbing back to the passenger side, I haddemanded that he take me back home right away. After glaring at me for a moment, and then a fewcurse words, he started his car, and took me home.

When we pulled up in front of my house, I could see that Jace’s bedroom light was on. I

grabbed the door handle and went to open it, but Mason locked it before I was able to. He triedapologizing for his actions, explaining that he really liked me and wanted me to give him a chance.

It wasn’t until I agreed to think about it, that he unlocked the door so I could get out. I was trying to hurrybecause I wanted to try calling Jace again, but then I notice that his bedroom light was now off andflooded in darkness. Sighing, I went inside and went to bed myself. I never did get to talk to Jace the nextday, or the day after that, and by the end of my first class on Monday morning, I was officially ostracized.