Bullied By O2L

10

Tatum's p.o.v

"So,Connor, Myles, What do you have all of your close friends here today for?" Ricky asked putting chips on the table and sitting down next to me.

Currently in connors living room, him and myles were sat on the love seat across from all of us, us being all of o2l, myles' best friend from high school and well me.

"Yeah, I've got a flight to cali in the morning," Ben said. After highschool which literally wasn't that long ago, Ben got into the big leagues or whatever. He's a pro.

"Okay, Ben," I sassed.

He glared at me and looked back to myles.

"Me and Connor are together," He smiled at everyone but didn't look at me, in fear of what I know.

Everyone was cheering, laughing and applauding but did anyone happen to actually look closely at myles face? Connor looked happy no doubt but myles didn't.

"Myles? A word, please?" I said while everyone still cheered and hugged connor.

Myles followed me out back and I made him sit in the grass far from the house so connor didn't accidentally hear.

"What happened to you never love?" I slowly asked looking into his eyes so he knows I want an answer.

"I can try, I can try everyday to love someone, but looking at him I knew he was that someone."

"People like you? Love someone?" I quoted him.

"As I played that conversation over in my head one night, I couldn't help but think this, and you cant get mad at me okay?" He asked grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently.

"Okay," I answered.

"I think you are the one who can't love," He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I've seen it in tabloids and on the internet, I fear you have trouble trusting, everyone says you're the one who walks away, the one who leaves to quickly, nobody thinks you can love anything," He finished.

"I'd rather not love anything, it's like two people holding the ends of a rubber band, when one leaves the other gets hurt," I frowned.

"And I know what the magazines say, but I promise I can love," I smiled getting up and walking back inside.

"Hey!" Rickys voice boomed.

"Hey!" I mimicked him, helping myself to a drink from the kitchen.

"I'm taking you out," He said stepping closer to me.

"What If I wanna go somewhere else?" I smirked.

"Too bad, Let's go," He smiled.

He dragged me all the way to the car making sure to slam the door of the house and put my seat belt on when I could have done it myself and drove all the way to a tattoo shop. A. Tattoo. Shop.

"Babe? It's a present from me, pick anything you want," He smiled.

"Ricky," I said before stopping myself from telling him not to call me babe.

It's nice to see someone cares, you know? enough to call you things they wouldn't call other people.

After I picked what I wanted and had it inked to my skin forever, I secretly payed half so ricky didn't need to pay it all.

"I love it," He smiled.

A/N(The picture above has scars okay? but she does not. The 'fighter' is for mental pain not physical, just to clarify because I know I've never mentioned her cut and or hurt herself, I would never wish that on my greatest enemy.) 

"Thank you," I laughed.  "Although you bullied me to death in high school."

He nervously looked at me, "I hated your fucking guts in high school tate," he sighed.

"I don't even understand why I hated you I just envied you I guess but then I realized once you left I should have been envying the person who gets to call you his," He laughed.

"You should have seen how everyone reacted when you and myles left the school," He smirked.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" I asked carefully, "Let's go get a bit of starbucks, yeah?" I smiled taking his hand and pushing him into his car.

"Yeah, Let's get starbucks and talk, cool?" He laughed unsure.

Cool, Ricky, Cool.