Queen of the Campus

2

She didn't take it. My hand froze in mid-air, a moment of awkwardness. I tried to put it on the desk, but she wouldn't let me. She took out another ballpoint pen and started twirling it again.

I knew I couldn't escape. After school that afternoon, I secretly asked my homeroom teacher for leave. I had to run away; I couldn't attend evening self-study. I knew she would definitely have someone ambush me that night. I didn't take my schoolbag, afraid of attracting her attention. Taking advantage of her inattention, I hurriedly ran out, quickly reached the bike shed, pushed out my bicycle, and ran as fast as I could towards the school gate. Tara had too many henchmen; I had to be extremely careful.

But as soon as I reached the gate, I was dumbfounded. Tara was standing with a tall, burly man with a pig-like face. The man had one arm around her waist, and Tara looked blissfully ecstatic. Behind them, a large group of people stood laughing as I pushed my bicycle out.

I don't know what Tara and the man said, but he released her. Tara walked over with a smile. Her smile was quite beautiful, but I felt a chill run down my spine.

I didn't know what to do, and just stared blankly at her. I even wanted to cry. Even though I'm a man, I'm only 14, and there are so many of them.

"What, run? Go ahead and run! You little brat, I didn't want to bother you, but you f*****g want revenge!" Tara kicked the wheel, and I couldn't stop her, falling directly onto the concrete. The bike landed on top of me. It hurt so much.

I cried, from the pain. I didn't feel ashamed at the time; I just cried. I cried and cursed, saying nothing nice, just hurling insults at Tara. Tara got angry. She gave a signal, and all her buddies surrounded me, kicking me hard. Even one of my classmates was kicking me.

I felt like killing Tara, but I was powerless. Can you imagine a boy being bullied by a girl until he can't even lift his head?

Tara felt she had taught them a lesson enough, and then she made them stop. She slowly walked up to me, lifted my chin with her index finger, and looked at me with a smile. "What, want me to send someone home, you little brat?"

I wanted to push her hand away, but my whole body ached terribly, and I had no strength at all. I was filled with regret; I regretted not letting her copy my homework properly.

But I still hated her. I swore I would get revenge!

The pain subsided, and I slowly got up. I knew she wouldn't scold me again today, but I didn't want to go back to class. Without looking at her, without looking at anyone, I pushed my bicycle home. Now I noticed that my brand-new bicycle was a mess, even slightly deformed. Damn it, I begged my parents for a week to buy me this, and now it's ruined.

From afar, I heard Tara shouting at that i***t, "Honey, where are we going now?" After that, I couldn't hear anything else!

"b***h," I cursed inwardly, but it didn't lessen my pain.

When I got home that evening, my parents saw the blood on my face and were heartbroken. They carefully cleaned my wounds and asked me what had happened. I was so angry that I told them. My mom was furious; she immediately called my homeroom teacher and told me to go to school with me the next day.

Please don't laugh at me, it was my first time being hit, and I was really suffering inside. Lying in bed that night, I still couldn't swallow my anger. For some inexplicable reason, I remembered Tara's words, "Honey, where are we going now?" Where would they go? Could it be…? I don't know why I thought of that; maybe it was because Tara was so beautiful.

That night, I had a wet dream. First times are always unforgettable!

The next day, I got up cautiously. I didn't want my classmates to know that Tara had hit me. However, as soon as I got to class, I knew I was wrong. Everyone was looking at me strangely. I realized someone must have told others, maybe even Tara herself. I didn't care about anything else and called Tara out.

"What's wrong, little brother? You want to fight?" Tara suddenly leaned close to me, the distance between us only about 10 centimeters, or even less. Tara was already pretty, and she was smiling sweetly; I blushed. But I still stammered out what I said. "The homeroom teacher wants to see you in the office."

Tara grabbed me by the collar and slammed me against the wall. "You're tattling?"

I felt her strength; I almost felt suffocated. Luckily, she released me and walked towards the office, leaving me with the words—"You wait."

I followed her, because I was the one involved.

In the office, my mother gave her a good scolding, saying she wasn't cooperative with her classmates, and that I was two years younger than her, so how could Tara be so ruthless? But my mother didn't say anything too harsh; essentially, she's a very kind person.

Tara didn't argue or explain; she just kept staring at me, as if I were a fish on a chopping board, doomed. The homeroom teacher's reaction was strange; she spoke kindly to my mother while trying to calm me down, never uttering a single reprimand to Tara. A chill ran down my spine. I'd heard Tara had powerful connections, but now I knew even the teachers didn't dare discipline her. I stole another glance at Tara; she was even smiling at me, a mocking smile. I was genuinely scared and regretted telling my mother about it, so when the teacher suggested we let it go, I quickly agreed.

My mother didn't want to escalate the situation either, since I still had to go to school here.