It's been years. I haven't seen him for years. The bully. The mean one. My childhood crush. Stevan. I had just moved back into town after my dad lost him job being a plastic surgeon. My mother had been gone for years. She couldn't handle herself let alone a screaming nightmare. When I walk into that school with the polished floor and the lockers clanging, my best friend, mark, takes my arm in his as we link. "Sooooo how does it feel" he said pushing into someone "yeah, yeah it's good i just hope I don't see-" Isabelle! is that you?! i thought I smelled something out of place" I turn around to the one I was dreading, Stevan. As I turn my eyes meet the most evil but most decreeing eyes of all time. "Just back off Steve." "Mark-" "Aw are you sticking up for your pet? Good for you" Mark tries to pick i fight while he walks away with his leather man jacket clangs on someone's locker. "I swear I'm gonna-" "Nope" "Wha-" "I said no! You are not picking a fight the first day- first year im back! No!" I walk to class, knock on the door and he opens it. Of ALL people he has to. "Well well well, this is going to be a fun year" "are we sure, won't your ego hold you back?" "Welp you know what they say about men with big egos, do you?" I roll my eyes and walk to my desk, right. Next. To. Him. "Well hello! Do I know you?" "No, you don't. Let's keep it that way." I say not even looking at him. I pick up my pencil, well try. "Oops! Sorry bout that! Do you need to bend over?" So since I'm a cold hard bitch, with my skirt up to my ovaries, I bend over, with my ass in his face. i pick up my pencil, put it on my desk, and get up slowly making sure he's looking. After siting down. He did not stutter but not say a word until after class. He pulls my waist into the empty class room, and I don't even care. I just sit on the teachers desk, with my legs open a little bit just so be could get teased. "What you did back there-you- know what you did to me, yes" he says, stepping closer and closer to me. "I'm sorry? All i did was pick up my pencil?" I scoot off the desk, going on my tipi toes as I whisper in his ear, "I mean what did you think I did? Trust me if I wanted to, I would." I walk with my books in my arms and without looking back I say, "I'll see you tomorrow Steve."
