
Tangled With My Bully
meritayomide06 · Ongoing · 60.1k Words
Introduction
Star quarterback. Future scholarship king. The boy teachers protect and students worship.
No one knows Mira Lawson.
Plus-size, scholarship kid, top of the class, and the easiest target in the hallway.
When a sudden family crisis forces Mira to become the live-in babysitter for Caleb’s younger sister, she’s dragged into the last place she ever wanted to be his house. At school, they’re enemies. At home, they’re forced into silence, shared meals, and uncomfortable truths.
But when Caleb begins defending Mira publicly, the bullying doesn’t stop it mutates. Rumors sharpen. Lines are drawn. And Mira realizes something terrifying:
Caleb’s protection is making her life worse.
As hatred turns into reluctant trust, and trust into something dangerously close to love, Mira must decide what self-reinvention really means becoming chosen… or choosing herself.
A raw, emotionally charged YA romance about power, survival, and what it costs to be seen.
Chapter 1
I've perfected the art of taking up less space than I'm given.
It's Tuesday, which means AP Calculus in Room 214, which means the back corner desk by the broken radiator. I'm already there when the first bell rings, notebook open, pencil rolling between my fingers. Early means invisible. Invisible means safe.
The classroom fills in waves. First the try-hards, then the middle-grounders, then—always last, always laughing—the untouchables.
Caleb Hart walks in with two minutes to spare, backpack slung over one shoulder, hair still damp from morning practice. He doesn't look at me. He never does. That's fine. I've built an entire survival system on not being looked at.
What I haven't built a system for is being looked through.
"Mira, right?"
I glance up. It's Jenna Corso, varsity volleyball, sitting two desks ahead. She's half-turned in her seat, smiling. It's not a kind smile.
"Yeah," I say.
"Did you do the problem set?"
I did. All of it. Including the extra credit no one else attempted.
"Some of it," I lie.
"Oh." Her smile sharpens. "I just thought—since you're always here early, you must have so much extra time."
Translation: You have no life.
I don't respond. Jenna's friend Madison giggles, and I feel the ripple four or five heads turning, watching, waiting to see if I'll react.
And I won't.
Mr. Brennan starts class, and the attention slides away from me. This is how it works. Small cuts. Nothing you can report. Nothing that leaves a mark anyone else can see.
The problem set takes thirty minutes. I finish in twelve, then spend the rest of the period staring at my notebook and pretending to work. If I turn it in early, I'm a show-off. If I sit doing nothing, I'm lazy. So I fake it…pen moving, face neutral, brain already three steps ahead.
Calculus leds into English, English into Chemistry. Lunch is a granola bar eaten in the library, because the cafeteria is a minefield I stopped walking through sophomore year. My afternoon classes blur together—notes, silence, the carefully maintained posture of someone who doesn't need anything from anyone.
By the time the final bell rings, I'm exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with schoolwork.
As I moved to my locker I heard some voices whisper:
"God, does she ever talk?"
I don't turn around. I know the voice—Serena Blake, head cheerleader, Caleb's girlfriend, and the kind of girl who wears cruelty like lip gloss.
"Maybe she's mute," someone else says. Laughter.
"Or maybe she just knows nobody cares."
More laughter. Louder this time.
I close my locker carefully, deliberately. I sling my bag over my shoulder. I walk past them without looking up, without flinching, without giving them the reaction they want.
But my hands are shaking.
They're still shaking when I get to the bus stop.
Home is a one-bedroom apartment on the east side of town, where the rent is cheap and the neighbors mind their business. My mom works double shifts at the hospital—nurse's aide, the kind of job that pays just enough to keep us afloat and not a dollar more.
I let myself in with the spare key, dump my bag by the door, and head straight for the kitchen. There's leftover pasta in the fridge, still in the takeout container from two nights ago. I eat it cold, standing at the counter, scrolling through scholarship deadlines on my phone.
Early decision for Stanford closes in six weeks.
I have the grades. I have the test scores. What I don't have is the essay that makes me sound like someone they'd want.
Write about a challenge you've overcome, the prompt says.
I stare at the blinking cursor.
What do I say? That I've survived four years of high school by becoming a ghost? That I've learned to calculate exactly how invisible I need to be to make it through the day? That my biggest accomplishment is not mattering?
I close the laptop.
My phone buzzes.
Mom: Working late again. Leftover pasta in fridge. Love you.
I text back a heart emoji and try not to feel the weight of how quiet the apartment is.
The rest of the evening passes on from homework, to a YouTube video I don't really watch, then a shower that lasts too long because the hot water feels like the only good thing that's happened all day.
I'm in bed by ten, staring at the ceiling, when my phone rings.
Unknown number.
I almost don't answer. But something—instinct, anxiety, the feeling that nothing good happens after ten p.m.—makes me pick up.
"Is this Mira Lawson?"
"Yes?"
"This is Dr. Patel from Mercy General. I'm calling about your mother, Caroline Lawson."
My stomach drops.
"She was brought in an hour ago. She collapsed at work—we're running tests now, but we believe it's cardiac-related. She's stable, but we'd like you to come in."
The words don't make sense. My mom is forty-three, he doesn't have heart problems, and there was no way she could possibly collapse
"I—yes. I'll be there."
I'm out of bed before I hang up, pulling on jeans, grabbing my keys, my wallet, my phone. My hands won't stop shaking.
The bus doesn't run this late. I don't have a car. I pull up a rideshare app, watch the price tick up to thirty dollars, and confirm it anyway.
The driver doesn't talk, which is good, because I'm not sure I could form words right now.
Mercy General is a fifteen-minute drive that feels like an hour. I'm through the automatic doors before the car's fully stopped, scanning the signs for the ER.
My mom is in a bed behind a pale blue curtain, hooked up to machines that beep in irregular rhythms. She looks small, tired and older than she did this morning.
"Mira." Her voice is hoarse. "Baby, I'm okay."
"You collapsed."
"I'm fine.” She tries to sit up, winces, settles back. "They're being dramatic."
A doctor appears Dr. Patel, I assume. She's younger than I expected, with sharp eyes and a tired smile.
"Miss Lawson," she says. "Your mother had a cardiac event. We're keeping her for observation, running more tests. She'll need to stay here at least forty-eight hours."
"Forty-eight hours?" My mom's voice spikes. "I can't—I have shifts—"
"Mrs. Lawson, you need rest. No arguments."
My mom looks at me, and I see it the calculation. The math of missed shifts and unpaid bills and rent that's due in two weeks.
"We'll figure it out," I say, even though I have no idea how.
Dr. Patel steps closer, lowering her voice. "Is there anyone who can stay with you? Family? A neighbor?"
"I'm eighteen," I say. "I'll be fine."
She doesn't look convinced, but she nods. "We'll keep you updated."
I stay until visiting hours end, then take another rideshare home. Sixty dollars I didn't have this morning, gone.
The apartment feels even quieter now.
I sit on the couch, staring at my phone, doing math I don't want to do. If my mom's out of work for a week, we're behind on rent. Two weeks, and we're evicted.
I need money. Fast.
I pull up the job search app I haven't opened in months, scrolling past the usual options—retail, food service, tutoring gigs that pay eight dollars an hour.
And then I see it.
BABYSITTER NEEDED – IMMEDIATE START
Evenings, weekdays. Responsible high school senior preferred. Competitive pay. References required.
I click.
The listing is sparse just the basics. But the pay is listed at twenty-five dollars an hour, which is more than three times what I'd make anywhere else.
I send my information before I can talk myself out of it.
The reply comes in less than five minutes.
Can you start tomorrow?
I stare at the message.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. I have class until three, homework until six.
But I also have a mother in the hospital and rent is due in two weeks.
I type back: Yes.
The response is immediate.
Great. Address is 428 Oakmont Drive. 6 PM. Ask for Mrs. Hart.
I read the address three times.
Oakmont Drive.
That's the north side. The part of town where the houses have ga
tes and the driveways fit three cars.
And the name Hart.
It's common enough. Could be anyone.
I tell myself that all the way until I fall asleep.
But some part of me already knows.
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