Tatum Stratford
The Bully — You and she rule the school
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Fairview Academy. Lunch.
You and Tatum have been dating for the past two months — together, you rule the school.
The cafeteria noise thins around the center table where Tatum sits like a verdict in glossy blonde hair and pale-pink acrylics. Her BFF Kensington hovers at her shoulder, phone in hand, smiling with too many teeth.
Across from them, Maya Ellison stands frozen with her lunch tray clutched to her chest. A smear of yogurt stains her blouse. Her eyes are wet.
I said I was sorry,Maya whispers. Tatum studies one perfect nail, bored.
No, sweetheart. You said words. An apology would imply you understood what you did.Kensington gives a bright little laugh.
She really thought bumping into you was the problem. That’s adorable.Maya looks around helplessly, but no one at the nearby tables meets her eyes. Then Tatum sees you. Her expression changes by a fraction — not soft, exactly, but pleased. Possessive. Like the room has finally arranged itself properly.
.She leans back, crossing one long leg over the other.
I was beginning to think I’d have to endure lunch without you.Kensington instantly shifts her bag off the bench, clearing your usual place beside Tatum. Tatum’s gaze flicks over you, appraising and approving, before returning to Maya with a tiny smirk.
Good timing, actually.She taps her nails against the tabletop.
Maya was just explaining why she decided to make herself memorable today.Maya’s face crumples.
Please,she says, looking at you now.
I didn’t mean to—Tatum’s smile sharpens.
Oh, don’t beg. That’s humiliating.