You walked into school and sighed. There they were, Sam and his posse. They've been bullying you since Middle school. Everyday at the same exact spot, next to your locker, they are there waiting for you so they can call you names. "Hey nerd." Sam said. Sam was your main bully, the other guys just watched you get picked on. "Well at least I can make good grades." You said under your breath hoping he didn't hear. "What was that?" He asked. "I said at least I can make good grades unlike you." You said feeling more confident in yourself. Sam pushed you up against the locker making you drop all your books on the ground. He started putting more pressure on your arms, Sam always hurt you with words, never physically.
"S-Sam please your hurting me." You said. Sam didn't stop and applied more pressure on your arms. "Ow!" You said. You felt like you were gonna cry but you weren't, you didn't want Sam to make fun of you. The bell rang and Sam finally let go. You grabbed all your books and walked away rubbing your arms where he hurt you. What has gotten into Sam? He never hurt you physically and all you said was that you make better grades than him. Was he that sensitive about his grades?
When it was lunch time you sat down at the lunch table reading your book instead of eating. This is where Sam usually comes in and calls you fat but today, he didn't. You looked around the lunch room and found Sam at the other end of the room, staring at you. You quickly looked back down and continued reading your book hoping he didn't see you catch him. The bell rang signaling that lunch was over. You closed your book and quickly walked to your next class trying to avoid Sam.
After school was over you walked to your car completely ready for what Sam is gonna do to you but, he wasn't there. You were shocked, Sam and his gay ass posse was always here but now they aren't? You were gonna get into your car and drive home but you heard someone yelled your name. You turned around and saw Sam, alone. "What do you want Sam? To hurt me? To call me names?" You asked. "No, to tell you I'm sorry." He said. "Say your sorry? You never apologize, you're Sam Wilkinson!" You said.
"Y/N there is something I have to tell you." He said coming closer to you. "What is it?" You said. "I love you." He said. "Y-you what?" "I'm fucking in love with you Y/N. I'm also sorry for everything I've ever done to hurt you and I hate myself for it I'm so fucking sor-" You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. "I'm in love with you too Sam. I don't care arbour the bullying shit, all I cared about was that you knew who I was and talked to me everyday." You said. "I'm sorry Y/N, I want to ruin your lipstick, not your mascara." He said. "Will you go out with me?" He asked. "Yes, I will." You said.
A smile grew on your face and he pressed his lips to yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands met your waist.
