BELLA
God he was a hard man. The kind I had avoided all my life. The only encounters with males like him had been in school, which I escaped as soon as possible by finishing early.
He was a bad boy. Going nowhere. The kind who pulled my pigtails in elementary school and called me “brainiac” in high school, as if intelligence were an insult. I’d stopped raising my hand in class by the end of sophomore year and signed up for dual enrollment online that summer, working tirelessly to complete my G.E.D. requirements.
Graduating early meant I had extra time, which would have been wasted in class with kids like this here ogre in my bed. Instead, I researched cyber security certification programs, and convinced my dad to let me sign up for early acceptance with Global Knowledge if they’d have m
