Falling For My Bully

Prologue

Hi, my name is Kayla Summers. I am 17 years old, currently a Junior in High School. I have been bullied since Freshman year. I never even knew why. It all started because of him.

Luke Jackson.

With the face of a Greek god & the body of an Abercrombie model, every girl wanted him. Even the lesbians would bang him. Anyways, Luke and I were really close in 6th grade & all through middle school. We were best friends. We spent so much time together, that everyone thought we were a couple.

We did everything together. But one day in Freshman year, he just started hating me. I never knew why. Now, after 2 years, I was terrified of him. I would always make sure to look right and left before walking down the hall, to make sure he wasn't there. He usually beat me up before school and after.

It has become a daily ritual, he would be with his friends and he would punch me, kick me, and say hateful things to me. I never told anyone. I had no one to go to anyways. No friends, no nothing. Just because Luke hated me, the whole school hated me as well. If you can't tell, Luke was pretty much the king of the school.

My mom has never really payed attention to me. She has been depressed ever since dad left us. Sometimes I just feel like I might as well live alone in the house. Mom was never home, always on business trips and shit. Actually, she is currently on a 2 month business trip to Los Angeles.

It's been 6 months, and I'm pretty sure it only takes about 5 hours from New York to Los Angeles. I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock going off. I groaned and slammed my hand on the alarm, silencing it. I stayed in and for a few minutes before getting up.

I stretched my arms and walked over to my bathroom. I washed my face with cold water to help me wake up. I brushed my teeth, and used mouthwash. I didn't even care about makeup. I was going to end up crying anyways.

I changed into a light pink sweater and jeans. I put on my black high top converse. I grabbed my school bag and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I made myself some eggs and bacon and sat down to eat. One thing I had to learn about living alone, I are A LOT. I had to go grocery shopping for food at least three times a week.

Yet, I was skinny.

Which was also another physical trait that a lot of people point out about me. They make fun of me and tell me I probably starve myself and throw up my food. Which is stupid because I would never do a stupid thing like that. I always just continued walking, scared to make a comment. If I did, I'd get beat up. And if I didn't, I'd still get beat up either way.

After I finished eating, I washed the dishes and put my backpack on. I walked out and put my earphones in drowning myself in 5sos music. They always helped me feel better, but that went away as soon as-wait for it-

"Hey bitch!" I didn't even need to turn back to know it was the one and only bastard of bastards- Mr. Luke Jackson everybody. And his pathetic gang of friends. I bet he beat them up just so they'd be his friends. I felt bad for him. I didn't know what happened to the Luke Jackson I used to know, but it sure as hell not who he used to be.

"Look at that, the pathetic loser listens to stupid boybands. How pathetic, like any of them would want a loser like you!" One of them said, Austin, to be specific. He was another asshole friend of Luke's. I was so ready to sass him out and slap him. 5 Seconds of Summer are NOT A FUCKING BOY BAND. They are a band. A band that plays their OWN instruments. Make their OWN music. And write their OWN songs.

But I couldn't do that, because I'd probably be dead. So I just continued walking to school. I was only two blocks aways from school. Bad idea- I was pulled back, making me fall to the floor. I sat up, and rubbed the back of my head that just hit the concrete floor. I glared at Luke- the one who pulled me to the floor. Damn what is going on with me?!

Luke bent down and slapped me hard. I winced and grabbed my now burning cheek. He kicked me, and walked away. One by one, his friends started to kick me in the ribs. My stomach, leg, everywhere. After I gathered myself, I stood up slowly. I winced at the pain, and got my backpack from the floor. I grabbed some pills for pain, and swallowed two of them. They really helped, but just a bit.

When I arrived, everyone started looking at me and snickering to their friends. I walked towards my locker, and I knew something had happened. And I was right. As soon as I opened my locker, a big pile of crumpled paper fell on me and onto the floor. Bending down, I picked up a few pieces of paper.
'SLUT'
'BITCH'
'GO DIE IN A WHOLE'
'NO ONE WANTS YOU'

I couldn't read any more papers. I got up and threw the remaining paper from my locker and got my notebooks. Tears brimmed in my eyes. Everyone started to laugh, and I felt everything blurry. I saw Luke and his friends there. As always, they do this. They always do this, this was all his fault! I don't know what I ever did to him, but I don't deserve any of this shit! I walked over to him, and while his face was turned to his friend, laughing. I did the most stupidest thing ever.

I slapped him. Hard.

The slap echoed through the halls, making everyone in the school gasp. I just slapped Luke. Why did I do that?! I am so stupid. Luke was shocked at first, then hurt flashed through his eyes. Like I hurt him, not physically. But mentally. My mind was probably playing games, because his eyes quickly turned back to anger. Pure anger. My eyes widened, and I ran. I ran out of the school, and started running towards my house.

I knew I had it coming, I just knew it. I had to face him one way or another. All I did the entire day was lay down on my bed, looking at all the pictures and Polaroids Luke and I used to take when we were little. How I missed those days. I even remember the little crush I had on him in the 6th grade. But he would never like a girl like me.

I was pathetic, lame, stupid, ugly, a complete loser. Even I was starting to hate on myself. They say, "If you don't love yourself, then who will?" They are wrong. It is the complete opposite. I hated myself. I don't know what to do anymore. I just lay in my bed, crying. After a while, I heard the bell ring. I walked downstairs, and opened the door. My eyes widened and I was about to close the door, but his foot stopped it from closing.

Luke Jackson was at my door.

He laughed, bringing me out of my thoughts. I slowly backed away, and he followed me in. He slammed the door shut with his foot, and walked over to me. He slammed me up against the wall, not in the sexy kind of way. I hit my head against the wall.

"Get ready, this year hasn't even started yet."

Oh shit...