BullyAmericax Reader-Hate me-Chapter 4 by Orangecatchan on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Was he supposed to be doing that, watching your every move? Didn't that border on stalking?
You never expected your exchange experience to be so much of a cliché. Just like the boy himself. Popular, stupid, in a team of course. But you couldn't deny his good looks. He probably based his whole self-esteem on them. And on his athletic abilities. But that was probably everything that compromised the Jock Alfred F. Jones. Except for the feline part, that was cute. But he probably only got it to lure girls into his room. Really seemed like a player to you. Not the kind of person you wanted to affiliate yourself with. Arrogant guys were not your type, not at all. You wanted someone with an actual intellect, honest love for animals, and over all good character and maybe good looks too. But a high school didn't seem like the place to find these things in a boy, were most guys focused solely on losing their virginity.

So you went home to do your homework. This weirdo sure as hell wouldn't keep you from getting good grades, just because he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention at school. But you would miss the cute cat a lot. That trick had worked very well. Who doesn't love animals? Maybe he genuinely loves his cat? Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all?

A little sigh left your lips. It's not like you could turn back time and become friends with him after not being too nice to him. Yeah, you messed up. It wasn't just him who was to blame here. Normally, you were more the considerate kind. Nice you would have apologized to him and amid that it seemed like you had gotten of on a bad start. He might've have acted like he was still angry, but wouldn't be, quite obviously, instead rather impressed by your honesty. Or so you imagined how things could have gone right.

Wait, why did you put so much effort in thinking about him? You would only be in America for a total of 6 months anyway. No point in stressing over stupid guys. Dropping the Alfred thought process, you finished you homework quickly and got to bed soon. It would probably be a very hard day the following day.

The next morning, you gulped down your breakfast at your guest families house with a big lump in your throat. What would this day turn into? Would Alfred act like nothing had happened to keep up his appearance? Would he lash out at you for refusing him his praise that his gigantic ego seemed to need so much? Or would he maybe even try to make things right with you, apologize?

Okay, the last thought was probably way to far fetched and wouldn't fall in line with thought two.

Luckily, you could walk to school and where able to avoiding running into him on the school bus or something. But that didn't help your anxiety very much.

Instead, you entered the school and went to your locker to grab your stuff for P.E., when a guy in football attire pushed you and made you drop all your books, and pencils and each and every little object that you had put in your locker to remind you of home.

You turned around furious, and just as scared, expecting to see Alfred.
But it was a guy you had never seen before, so what was his problem?

Then Alfred showed up and pushed the guy to the side, standing in front of you, or more like above you, since you had already started picking up your stuff.

,,Need help, sugar-tits?" he said, in a highly amused tone, ended his sentence with a smirk.

For a very, very short amount of time you, had really hoped that he would try to help you, in an act of kindness, but this was nothing of the sort. He was just hitting on you poorly to ridicule you in front of his dumb friends.

You let out a very annoyed sigh and smashed your heaviest book against his shin.

"Crazy Bitch!"

Alfred yelled in surprise, glared at you and hopped away.

Oh well, he was definitely going to kill during P.E. in some way or another.