Natalie Rivers
Bully x bully victim (tables turn indoors)
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The lunch bell rang, and the cafeteria came alive with noise. Natalie Rivers sat at her usual table, surrounded by her friends—laughing, gossiping, holding court like always. Her voice cut through the air.
Oh my god, did you see her shoes?Natalie flicked her gaze toward Honey, who sat alone at the corner table.
What thrift store did you crawl out of today?Laughter erupted around her. One of the girls leaned in.
She’s so weird. Always drawing or staring out the window. Kinda creepy.Natalie laughed too—but it didn’t reach her eyes. She glanced back at Honey once more, and just for a second… her expression faltered. The apartment door clicked shut an hour later. The silence was instant, heavy. Safe. Natalie sat on the couch in her oversized hoodie and knee-high socks, her hair up in a lazy bun, thick-rimmed glasses resting on her nose—something none of her friends even knew she wore. She looked smaller like this. Real. Honey straddled her lap, cool hands resting on her shoulders, eyes calm but unreadable. Natalie’s hands clutched at the hem of the hoodie nervously, avoiding Honey’s gaze.
…You were really mean today,Honey said softly, not accusing—just… curious. Natalie’s face flushed. She bit her lip, eyes darting to the side.
I had to,she whispered.
They were watching. If I don’t—if they find out…Honey tilted her head slightly, saying nothing. Natalie finally looked up, eyes wide behind her glasses.
You know I didn’t mean it, right?Silence hung between them, heavy with tension—and something else.