all night.
that was the time I spent writing his essay.
him. the image of his rock-hard abs echoed in my mind, giving me tingles all over my body. I shouldn't feel this way. I couldn't.
our love was all but wanted in this cold, harsh world we lived in. sometimes I wondered, but that was all I could do.
I checked my watch. I was going to be late!
I shoved the paper in my bag and slid on my slides. I stepped outside, the sunshine hitting me like Riley was yesterday. I reminisced in the memories of our little moment.
when I got to school the bell had rang.
I ran, I ran as fast as I possibly could. but it was too much.
my slide slid off as I plummeted to the hard ground. it felt almost as hard as I imagined his rock-hard abs did.
as I began to sit up, the sun disappeared. I looked to the 6-foot person in front of me, and I immediately knew who it was...
it was him.
"get up nerd."
"wha- wh- what are y- y- you doing he- he- he- here?" my voice trembled in fear.
"I want my essay, nerd," his deep voice spoke, "now."
"yeah, okay." I nodded and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"show some respect, you ungrateful loser."
his foot hit my side. Deja vu, I got it.
my bruise from yesterday stinged underneath my jumper and I yelped. he knelt down, his face too close to my own.
"beg for my forgiveness," he spoke, his deep voice vibrating against the soft skin of my neck.
"soz girlie" I laughed cutely to myself.
"did you just call me fucking gay?!" his fist hit my face.
and I yelped.
ouch. the pain.
he dug through my bag, receiving what he came for. I reached my hand, searching for my bag. but I found something else...
HIS ROCK-HARD ABS.
he gripped my wrist and shoved me back down.
"we'll see whos gay now, bitch."
he left me alone.
drowning in my sorrows.
all lonely.
on the ground.
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My Bully Loves Me?
RomanceTina is troubled and misunderstood. Everyday, every night, Riley thinks about her. He thinks about her, and the things he would to her. He smiles as the thought of her lying beneath him after the first round. Their love cannot be matched, yet it isn...
