Enemies To Endgame

CHAPTER 3:SCHOLARSHIP GIRL---1

CHAPTER THREE

RILEY

The bullying only went from worse to vicious. Logan wasn't kidding when he said I'd need the towel, because the next day they dumped a bucket of honey and popcorn on me, humiliating me in front of the entire school.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, anger submerging through me. The towel Logan gave me still in my hand, I clutched tightly to it. But anger submerged me and I threw it across the bathroom.

Why was he acting all nice to me when he's friends with that asshole? This is probably just another scheme of theirs, trying to lure me into their trap. I wasn't going to fall for it.

I checked the time on my phone. It was still 11 a.m. mom would still be picking up shifts at the diner, which gave me a perfect opportunity to go change and act like nothing ever happened.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, only to find Logan there, his head resting on the wall, like he was waiting for someone. He noticed me, and stood up straight immediately.

I ignored his presence and walked past him, but he grabbed my hands. I angrily yanked it off, disgust dispersing through my body.

“What the f**k do you want?” I yelled, unable to contain my anger. “Haven't you and your best friend had enough? What more do you want?”

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look me in the eye. This was what I hated. He never once spoke to me, but always showed up. Why is he giving me mixed signals?

He simply handed a white bag. I stared at it, my face scrunched in disgust. “And what is this supposed to be?” I asked, my voice edged with disdain.

He replied non chalantly. “This contains a new uniform, seeing that your own is ruined. Also some stuff that'd get the honey out quickly.”

I almost scoffed, but collected it from it. I took out the uniform, exchanging a glance. Out of anger, I threw it to the ground and stepped on it. My face burned with despair.

“I am not your charity case. So don't come straight at me like you care. You're just like that piece of s**t you call your friend.”

His voice came out low. “I just want to help.”

I laughed, but it held so much bitterness. “You? If you really want to help then stop being friends with that asshole of a friend.”

He just remained quiet. I couldn't take it anymore and simply walked away. I wasn't going to take this humiliation anymore and would fight back.

*****

The weekend soon came and I couldn't be more grateful for that. I could at least take a break and get my body well rested and refreshed. Mom wasn't around, so I just went to the gym to exercise.

Around mid–noon, I finished up and packed my things. I had already exited the gym and was about to enter an alley, when a Lamborghini roared past me, missing my toe by an inch.

I shrieked, my heart slamming against my ribs. I wondered who this fool was trying to give me a heart attack.

I turned around ready to scream at whoever almost killed me with their stupid car, and of course it was Dylan’s black Lamborghini parked right there in the alley like he owned the whole street. The engine was still running, loud as hell.

The doors opened and Dylan stepped out with three of his boys, all smirking like they planned this. They started walking toward me slow, blocking the way out. My heart was already pounding from the near-death thing, now it was going full panic mode.

I backed up till my back hit the wall. No way out.

Dylan stopped like two feet away, hands in his pockets, looking down at me like I was some bug he was deciding whether to step on.

“You’ve had your fun,” he said, voice all calm and scary. “Now apologize. Publicly. On the school app. By Monday. Say you’re sorry for embarrassing me and you’ll never talk back again.”

I just stared at him. My mouth wouldn’t move. No way was I saying sorry to this jerk.

He took another step closer, so close I could smell his cologne and feel how much taller he was. “Or I go after your mom’s job. One call from my dad and that diner’s done. She’ll be cleaning toilets somewhere else by next week.”

My stomach dropped. He wasn’t joking. I knew he could do it.

I still didn’t say anything. Couldn’t.

He leaned in even closer, voice dropping low and nasty. “Bet she’s real good on her knees scrubbing floors for people like us, huh?”

That did it.

Something in me just snapped. I didn’t think. I just brought my knee up hard, right between his legs. He made this choked noise and dropped to the ground, holding himself, face turning red.

Everything went dead quiet.

His three friends just stood there with their mouths open, not moving. The world literally froze for like five seconds.

Then I ran.

I ran so fast my lungs burned, legs shaking, tears already coming. I didn’t stop till I got to the school. It was weekend but the side door was open for some reason.

I bolted straight to the girls bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and just shook like crazy. My teeth were chattering, my whole body wouldn’t stop trembling. I hugged my knees and tried to breathe but it felt like I couldn’t get air.

I don’t know how long I sat there. Felt like forever. Eventually I dragged myself home, took a shower, and passed out on my bed still in my towel.

Next morning I woke up to my phone blowing up. The security camera footage from the alley was everywhere. Someone posted it on the school app with the caption:

“Scholarship girl 1 – King Dylan 0.”

Views were already in the hundreds of thousands.Comments were insane.

“He’s gonna end her for this.”

“scholarship girl just signed her death warrant.”

“lowkey kinda hot tho.”

I just stared at my phone, heart racing again. I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close. Dylan was gonna come for me harder now.