Dean Cooke, my bully, my crush, and my enemy. I hated him but liked him at the same time. Sometimes I truly hate my brain. Why can't I just hate him.
"Staircase, after lunch." Dean towered over me. I nodded scared and ran off. 'The fuck was that for? And why do I have to meet him after lunch.' I sighed and headed to my class.
-After Lunch-
I stood at the staircase patiently. If he was going to beat me, it would be better if I got it now rather than later.
"Alex," I turned my head and he KISSED me. My mind stopped working for a moment. 'Why the bloody hell would he do that?' His lips were soft and despite myself, I kissed back. I wanted to push him off of me but I was so caught up in his lips.
He pulled away and I knew I was blushing. He said a quick 'Sorry' before leaving me alone.
'Was that a joke? Did someone dare him to kiss me?' I stood there utterly lost. He kissed me. I though he hated me.
But his lips, they were so soft and tender. I scolded myself and headed to class blushing deeply.
-During Transition-
I was at my locker getting the books I needed for next period. I saw Dean walking past and stared. "Um." He stopped and looked at me. "Yes?" I was trying to think of something to say but nothin came to mind. I blushed and closed my locker. "N-Nothing." He nodded and kept walking.
I though about the kiss for the rest of the day. 'Why did he do it?' I kept wondering.
The bell rang signaling last period. I sighed, we shared this period. The thought of skipping the class was tempting, the only problem was, I was a straight A student who couldn't stand to get caught.
Sitting in my normal seat at the front, I did my work and finished before most people as always. I doodled on a random piece of paper in thought.
Someone threw a paper ball at me. I unraveled it and read it. My eyes watered slightly. The word 'faggot' was written all over the paper. I balled it up and kept my head down.
More and more paper balls were thrown at me and I couldn't take it. I got up and ran out of the class crying.
I heard someone chasing me, but I didn't dare look back. "Alex!" Dean. "Alex, stop!" I ran faster and faster out of the school.
Somehow, he caught me. "No. No! All of you popular people piss me off!" I yelled hiding my eyes.
"Look Alex, I kissed you because I like you. I wanted to help you but I didn't know how. So I kept bullying you."
"You're fucking lying! Let me go!"
"You think I just kissed you just to fucking do it?"
"I don't fucking know just let me go!" I tried pulling away, but he was fucking strong. "Let me explain!" "No!!" I finally got out of his grip and pushed him. I ran home still crying but now, completely confused.
