The Bully's Game
307 Words
Regina frowned. “And who are you to—”
“I said enough,” the guy repeated, his voice low, commanding. “You think bullying makes you powerful? It just makes you pathetic.”
The room fell silent.
Kiara blinked. She had never seen him before.
He walked toward her, picked up one of her books, and brushed off the ink stains. “You shouldn’t let them see you cry,” he said quietly. “They feed on weakness.”
Kiara whispered, “I wasn’t crying.”
He smiled faintly. “Good.”
Then he turned to Regina. “By the way, try picking on someone your size next time.”
Regina’s face turned pale with anger.
“Who do you think you are?”
He smirked. “Just someone who hates cowards.”
He walked out — and the whole class stayed quiet.
Kiara followed a moment later, heart racing.
“Wait!” she called.
The boy stopped near the hallway, turning slightly.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He shrugged. “Don’t thank me. I just can’t stand people who pretend they’re above everyone else.”
“What’s your name?”
“Lance.” He gave a small smile. “See you around, princess.”
Her heart skipped. “Princess?”
He grinned. “You look like one.”
Then he disappeared around the corner.
That night, Kiara couldn’t sleep. She kept replaying the moment — the way he looked at her, the calm strength in his eyes.
For the first time in months, she didn’t feel alone.
She looked at her reflection and whispered, “Princess, huh? If only you knew…”
She didn’t realize that Lance — the mysterious transfer student — had secrets of his own.
Secrets that connected him to a world far more dangerous than she could imagine.
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