Phoebe wasn’t one to hate people but that didn’t mean she didn’t hold grudges.

Remembering what you did that day made her blood boil, the humiliation and loneliness you caused her made her seethe.

It was like a tv show, the popular kid bullying the quiet nerd for no reason.

It was completely unrevoked but you didn’t care about that clearly.

At lunch, you sat down at her table with that stupid smirk of yours which should’ve been a red flag for her but she ignored it.

Next thing Phoebe knew, she had milk poured over her head and her lunch smushed into her clothes.

Your smirk haunted her as well as the stares and laughs from the whole lunch room.

It’d been weeks since you did that but people still laughed at her, it was annoying.

Phoebe gets to her room, throwing her bag onto the floor and slamming her door.

She flops down on her bed and stares up at the ceiling, her thoughts filled with her dislike for you.

But mixed in with those thoughts were ones that she didn’t want to admit.

Ones that she shouldn’t be having for her bully.