I'm The Bully

*Ruby*

"Do you want me to take you home?" I asked Marcel. It was late already and I wouldn't want him to go walking alone to his house. I know he wouldn't make it if he got jumped and beating. I need to protect him, his like a little brother to me who I need to protect.

"No it's okay. I don't want to bother you." He stopped in front of me and was about to give me a hug when something behind me caught his eye. He tensed up and his eyes no longer had that green spark in them when he was happy. He looked scared as if he had just seen a ghost.

I looked behind me to see Harry leaning against the door frame, staring at us. Oh hell no. Just looking at him pisses me off. I can't stand him. He acts like such a badass as if he ran this world and was able to hurt anyone he wanted to. I will not let him hurt Marcel or any other kid. Not as long as I'm around.

"Come on." I tugged on Marcel's arm to get him to move. "I'm taking you and you are not saying no." I grab his wrist to drag him with me inside my house. We get in front of Harry, but he does not move.

"Move." I demand nicely with a smile. That’s right, he better get out of my way, if he knows what's best for him. He moves, but keeps his eyes on us, as I go to my dad asking for the keys to his car. I let my dad know where I am going and he hands me the keys to his car.

"Ruby I could walk home you know or take a cab." Marcel tries to reason with me, but it will not work.

"No Marcel, I am taking you and don't argue with me. He will hurt you and I don't want that. And I get what I want." I am still holding tightly on to his wrist as we get out of the door. Harry is no longer there, but I don't want to risk it.

We both get inside of my father’s car and for a second I almost forgot that the driver’s seat is on the right side. Fuck. I get inside and buckle up and look over at Marcel who has also buckled up. I give him a smile trying not to laugh and he sends me a confused look.

"Okay I know how to drive just not here in England. I’ve practiced a little back home, but i haven't actually driven on road." I turn on the car while I spoke not wanting to look at Marcel.

"What? No. I could just go walking then. I don't-." Marcel's eyes grew large with fear. He started to unbuckle his belt, but I stopped his actions also cutting him off.

"No it's okay. I have to learn sooner than later. Plus it’s late so I doubt there's a lot of cars driving around." I smirk, hoping that I'm right.

"No we could get into a car crash. I don't want you to get hurt because of me." Marcel holds on to wrist while looking at me. I know he is scared more for his life than mine, and I am too selfish to say no. Plus it’s not like it’s my first time driving a car. Well in England yes, but I’ve driven and that’s good enough for me.

"Trust me. Don't you trust me? I'll be careful, I promise." I hate to promise things, but he needs to let go of fear. He needs to be more open and care free. He runs his hands through his hair messing it up. He looks so cute with his hair combed nicely, but he looks sexy with it messed up. Wait. I did not just think that. That’s like saying Harry is sexy. They are the same. Ugh I have issues.

"I do trust you. I- I just. Ugh. Ok fine let’s go before I change my mind." He breaks my thoughts and I am happy that I’m getting through him.

I jump in joy and clap my hands together cheerfully with a huge smile on my face. Marcel weakly smiles and takes off his glasses running his hands through his hair again and puts his glasses back on. I put the car in reverse and leave our drive way and into the neighborhood road slowly.

As we go down the street I look at Harry's house and barely see him outside on the stairs. I continue to drive picking up speed. I start to feel comfortable and relax a little. I look to my side and see Marcel is still tensed up holding on the seat-belt and the arm rest deep in thought as he stares out the front window. He continues to direct me with his finger telling me which way to his house.

I put one hand on his shoulder rubbing it back in forth to calm him, while the other on the steering wheel and chuckle. "You know, I feel offended that you don't trust my driving skills." I try to sound serious, but I fail and immediately smirk.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you it’s just that-.. Well I got in a car accident years ago and since then I haven't felt safe in a car and being that you said you aren't great at driving here scared me even more." He sighs and looks over at me. Wow I feel horrible now. I feel like a dick making him- no forcing him to come with me.

"I- I'm sorry Marcel. I really am. I feel like such a jerk. Why didn't you scream at me? You should have cursed me out and be like 'bitch I said no'!" I take my hand away from his shoulder and wave it in the air as I speak, and slapping myself softly on the cheek and forehead. I feel so guilty and I'm mad at myself for being so stubborn and hard headed.. And selfish.

I look over at marcel and he is smiling? What the fuck?

"What do I have something on face? What did I say?" I am confused to see him smiling and trying to hold in a laugh.

"The way you said that was funny. Telling me to cuss you out. I can't imagine myself cussing at anyone let alone you." He continues to smile and it seems that he has relaxed.

"Can ask when it happened? And maybe how?" I add looking between him and the road.

His face changes from happy to terror and I mentally slap myself for bringing it up. "No don't answer me. I'm sorry for bringing it up. Just pretend I didn't ask. I'm stupid don't listen to me." I focus more on the road now not turning to face Marcel.

"No its fine. Well not really, but I will tell you tomorrow I don't want to relive those moments here
in the car." He gives me his best fake smile ever and I mentally stab myself in the heart. I really am mest up in head. How could I ask him that? He shared a secret with me and as always I dig deeper into it. Investigating like it’s my problem.

"No don't tell me at all. I don't deserve to know. I'm too nosy and as a punishment you will not tell me.. Okay maybe until next week?" He was about to talk, but I beat him continuing to talk as I always do. "And don't give me that fake smile. It kills me." I tug my hair down in an exaggerated way.

"No its okay. I- I- I've. Well I haven’t told anyone. The only ones who know are my parents. It actually feels good to tell someone." He was going to smile, but quickly stopped himself. Then I saw him fighting the urge to laugh as he pressed his lips together.

"I said fake smile. You could laugh and give me a genuine smile." I say smiling myself.



"Right up there." Marcel points to a small streets that leads up into a hill. His house was a little further away than I thought. It’s close to school, but it’s across town from where I live. As I look around this street I notice that the house are bigger. They have more open space and some even have a gate. He points to the last house of the street and I have to blink multiple times to believe my eyes. The house is huge, no the mansion is huge. His house doesn't have a gate, but it has a long drive way in that turns out to be a circle.

I look over at him and back to the huge building in front of me. "You live here?" I feel like my jaw is on the floor. I've seen mansions before, but I am surprised he lives here.

"Yea. I know it's too much, it’s all my dad’s and moms." He looks uncomfortable and runs his fingers through his hair again.

"No, I'm not judging I'm just surprised they have houses this big in this small town." I admit.

"Well, would you like to come inside?" He asks shyly.

"No, maybe some other time. It’s late. I'll see you tomorrow at school." I smile and reach over to give him a hug which he kindly returns.

"See ya." He waves as he gets out the car. I wait until he reaches the door and opens it. He gives me a last wave and I do the same before he walks in and closes the door.

I continue my way back to the main road. I try my hardest to remember which streets I took to get to his house, but I am having trouble remembering. I continue to drive, but the streets don't look the same. Well actually I wasn't paying attention to the streets since I was talking to Marcel the whole time. The thought of calling Marcel or my father for direction pops into my head, but disappears quickly. I am not asking for direction, I am way too prideful. My mother makes fun of me because she says I'm like men. Men don't like to ask for directions and neither do I. I would use my phones navigator, but sadly I still haven't memorized my street address for me to get directions.

I continue to drive around trying to find big intersections. Once I spot a cluster of stores at an intersection I immediately remember it. I try to remember which way I came in from, and start talking to myself. I start making turns after turns until I am certain I'm going the way I came from. I soon spot the school and sigh in relief. I know my way home from the school now and in no time I pull up to our drive way.

I walk into my house and my parents are still awake seating in the living room watching TV.
"What took you so long? We were worried. I forgot that you didn't know how to drive here. I shouldn't have let you drive." I hadn't even closed the door before my dad started interrogating me.

"Uhh.. Hi I am home and I am alive and the car is in one piece. Have some trust in me." I smile placing the keys in their key hanger next to the door. I walk toward them and sit on the one person recliner.

"We trust you dear it’s just that you were gone for almost 45 minutes, but hey you want to watch a movie with us?" My mother quickly changes the mood and flashes a smile.

"It’s about to be 10 and you are about to watch a movie. What movie?" I ask considering the offer.

"White Chicks." My dad replies with a smile. He know I love that movie and could never turn it down.

"I'm in." I quickly say getting up to turn off the lights.

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