All Chapters of The Bullied Prodigy: Chapter 31
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chapter thirty two
For the first time it felt nice. Not having to bow to anyone. Not being scared of people talking down at you or you having to bow to your fellow mate. Power is power. Whether you are rich or you have something within you that commands or influences your peer group. I could see the way they looked at me and how they all wanted to be my friends. I knew now that I was no longer Eli the 'rat boy.' I was something more. I could barely sleep; my phone kept buzzing, and I couldn't help but see my picture plastered on the wall of the school blog. The way I humiliated Jordan. The fear I had instilled into him. I knew he was going to come back at me with full force, but first, I needed to make his father bow at my feet. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was not going to stay down anymore. I am going to rise up and show all of them I was not some scared little boy again. Amelia is going to wish she had never toyed with me, and of course Blair is going to keep loving me and a
chapter thirty three
" What the hell are you doing here?" the word flew out of my mouth before I could take it back. " Do I need to tell my boyfriend before I come to his house?" Blair said walking closer to me and before I could shake off her presence, she planted a kiss on my lips. I twitched, not that I didn't enjoy it but for the fact that Celeste was there to witness it. I don't know her plan for the day but I knew she had told me earlier that she was going to have me introduced to my new organisation. " What's going on here?" Celeste asked, putting back her shades. Obviously, she had seen what she wanted to see. " I am so sorry about this, Celeste." I was about to do the introduction when her words stopped me abruptly. " I understand, Eli. You don't need to. We have a lot of appointments to meet up with today and also I need to introduce you to the company and you might need to get ready to meet some of your people." I watched as she walked back to her car. " Get ready. I am coming to pick you
chapter thirty four
The ticking of the wall clock felt louder than ever as I struggled to button up my shirt with trembling fingers. My mind wasn’t here. It was already racing down the road with Celeste’s car. Her reaction earlier had been cold—but not cold enough to be indifferent. That single look of hurt, masked beneath her shades, haunted me more than I wanted to admit.She cared. And that made it worse.Blair was still downstairs. Probably snooping through my kitchen or criticizing the furniture. I regretted everything now—every smug smirk, every whispered word that convinced her to play pretend in my plan to ruin Amelia. It felt so juvenile. So… shortsighted.Now, Celeste might think I was playing her too.I glanced at my phone. Still no reply. Four missed calls. One unread message. But not from Celeste.It was from Jordan.> Enjoying the show? Because this is just the trailer. You shouldn’t have come back, Eli.My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. Jordan always knew