Framed

She was framed because she was Russian and said to have anger issues. He lost a tooth, that was the end of it.

She was new because she was new and unpredictable. He got a black eye, that was the end of it.

When are they going to realize that the "victim" is always the same. It's not like he looks like a target, he is an alpha male. The girls are afraid of him, he makes them quiver in their leopard print boots. He is what you'd call a "baddie", you know the type. Tall, colored eyes, handsome, athlete, every guy's competition, and when he looks at you, you get startled just before you swoon. But when he keeps coming to school with injuries the principal finally calls him into the office, thinking that he's been a bully's target. Little did he know, the bully was the "so called" target.

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Lost Tooth

It was a day like any other. Everyone had been seated after coming in from their electives. Except, someone was missing. Blake was missing. 5 minutes after class started he burst through the door, interrupting the math teacher. He came in and showed his friends something small in his hand. As loud as a siren they cackled. The teacher gave Blake a disappearing look as he walked back to his seat. Blake towered over me as I stared at my worksheet, trying not to make eye contact. He slid into the tiny desk next to me and said "Look at what that crazy Russian girl did". His friends chimed in with laughter like hyena's. On my left hand side was Chase, who responded, "What did you do now?", shaking his head. Blake being all-high-and-mighty, put on a big smirk. "I flicked a rubber band at her and she blew her lid. You know how girls are, SO over-dramatic." Being a part of the female category you know that made me scoff at him. All he did was look at me with a weird craving-like look in his eye, as if he wanted something from me. He ignored me as he proceeded to completely exaggerate the entire story making the girl seem like some murderer.

Black Eye

A few days after the tooth incident Blake came into class, walking in with a bad mood at his right-hand side. He didn't smirk when he saw me or jump over his seat to the opposite side. He just walked over and sat down without a word. He was unusually quiet the entire class, but the one time he spoke it sent shivers down my spine. It was when we were walking to teen time. Just before I escaped through the doors he grabbed my arm, hard, and jerked me towards him. His voice came out, slow and cruel. "Come with me". His words hung in the air like an unwanted guest. Normally he would bother me as we walked outside, but he would never physically grab me, this was new. Walking with him to the track felt like a bomb was slowly ticking, nerve racking. I just wanted the bomb to go off and end this. I wanted to know what he wanted from me.

All too soon we reached the track, still digging his rough fingers into the fleshy part of my arm. He turned towards me and tried to kiss me, I shifted just before his lips met mine. Trying to kiss me again, not liking to be rejected, he pulled me closer. I trusted my gut and slammed my foot down on his, a grunt escaped his lips just before he reavhed for me gaain. I didn't realize how persistent he was, normally if he got told no he'd laugh and forget about it. I'd never seen him get this aggressive before, even though I'd always been warned to steer clear of him.

Now upset that I've rejected him twice, steam was coming out of his ears. Just before he tried to pursue me once more Chase popped up out of nowhere. (Blake and Chase have a weird friendship, sometimes they act like best friends and other times they ignore each other as if they're strangers.) Smile disappearing, Chase asks, "What's going on here?" noticing the marks on my arm. Slyly, Blake resonds, "Nothing, just hanging out with May" as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I send Chase a weak smile as he eyes the weird exchange of touch. I don't want to move away from Blake, angering him, but the feeling of his arm on mine makes my skin crawl. Chase, not trusting what Blake says, tries to engage in a conversation with me. Before he finishes his sentence Blake says "We should go, May. The boys are calling us over." I give him a small nod as he leads me over to his friends, his arm still hanging loosely over my shoulders. Not looking Chase in the eye as Blake and I walk away.

His friends catcall me as I walk by in my ripped skinny jeans and a crop top. Blake unwraps his arm from my shoulders and whispers harshly to his friends. It was too quiet for me to hear but I'm guessing it had something to do with what they said about me. Blake normally joined in with the inappropriate jokes, but this time he seemed hurt that they would look at me in such a way.

His friends stopped immediately once Blake was finished with them. They all looked at me with an apologetic look in their eyes, even though not a single one of them apologized. Blake came back to stand dat my side then reached down to grab my hand. As we interlocked fingers my whole body stiffened. The looks his friends gave us were filled with puzzlement. One of them asked, "Are you guys... dating?" Before I could tell them no Blake said that we had just made it official the day before. He looked at me, his eyes smiling, and kissed my cheek. Being the most uncomfortable I've ever been, I let go of his hand and started walking towards Chase. Blake grabbed my waist and spun me around, his eyes no longer smiling. I jerked out of his grip. He slapped me. The sting of his big hand on my face was strong. As big, wet tears rolled down my cheek I blacked out. All I know is that when I came back to reality I was standing on the basketball courts, knuckles red and throbbing, and Blake was on the floor. His left eye was blue, almost purple. I had punched him in the face.

Victim

Blake was called into the principals office over the loud speaker. Everyone knew that I was the one who gave him the black eye, and that I'd be going into the office next. It was bout ten minutes before I heard, "May Smith, please come to the office." As I walk down the hall I hear a group of immature boys snickering. I knew that they would never laugh while I was in the room, they were too afraid that they would go home with a black eye if they did. After five minutes I finally got to the office, my classroom was on the other side of the school and my school is huge. When I entered the office Blake had his puppy eyes on and the principals face was sympathetic until he saw me, then his face hardened. As I walked in the principal said, "Please sit down, we have a few things to discuss." He said it so sternly it brought tears to my eyes, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"First off, I wanted to talk to you about..." the principal said, motioning to Blake's face. I nodded and looked down at my shoes, maybe if I seemed like a little, innocent girl he'd let me off easy. But giving Blake the satisfaction of me looking so small and easy to manipulate was a challenge in itself. I tried to look like I was a victim too but like I said before they all thought of me as "new and unpredictable"

"So, May, care to explain what happened here?" Asked the principal in a very mellow tone. But, before I could answer the question Blake chimed in, "We were at teen time when she lashed out and punched me in the face." Sure, I punched him in the face, but I had valid reason to. He slapped me, and he was harassing me.

Sadly, I already knew how this would go, I would get in trouble and he would look like a victim, this is exactly ehat happened to the "crazy Russian girl". I knew there was no point in arguing. So instead, I agreed to hitting him, and that was the end of it. I was forever known as "The one who gave him a black eye". Except, this wasn't the end of it. The girls that were accused of bullying will forver be stuck with their titles, but they know the truth. They know the real story. They know that they were framed.