Divine.

Chapter 1: Choices were Made, and I May Regret

I grabbed Rio and asked ever-so-kindly if I can borrow him. His dumbass friends agree, and his numb little self didn't care enough to tell them. Truth is, I bully this guy, and that kindness was as real as the gold necklace Paige wears.

It's copper, of course. I take him to an empty locker room and hit him against the wall. I never use my full strength on him, I don't wanna kill him or get him into the hospital. I just wanna hurt him to take out my anger about things, use him to make me feel better. That's what a bully does this for, anyway. I hold him against the wall with my body and choke him, hearing him gasp for air is amusing today after one of my friends pissed me off.

I push off him just to sweep his legs when he moves from the wall, catching him by the arm as he's about af the ground, then letting go. He winces and I get him back up. a punching bag is more useful hung up vertically then broken on the floor, anyway. "You won't tell anyone about this. I'll actually hurt you if you do."
"Alright," he says annoyingly calm, "but I don't like when you hurt me like this."
"Of course I know that, dumbass." I smack him. "You tired today? Get your shit together. Why would you like it?" What the fuck does he mean, "like this"?

Whatever, I ignore him and knock him down again, crouching down to talk to him. "I would say you're useless, but you help me out with my anger." Wait, that sounded vulnerable. What the fuck am I saying? I didn't need to tell him that! Fuck, what do I do?
"Thank you," he smiled a little bit at me, "that's kinda nice... At least nicer than my past friends..." I didn't wanna be nice?! Shit! Why's he smiling?! I literally just kicked him to the ground and he's obviously in pain. I pinch the side of his neck.
"Didn't I tell you to get your shit together?" I pinch his cheek.

I've never bullied him too bad. Since the beginning of our time here, I'll pinch him and smack him, at most knock him down. I refuse to kick him or anything that'll leave a bruise too bad, because I'm the best at the school. He's the only one I bully and I don't want the trouble. He's too pussy to tell anyone, and I'm the girl here. Maybe he just doesn't care because I don't hurt him too bad, but I really thought that he'd tell someone. It kinda baffles me, to be honest. But, he still hasn't, and I'll take advantage of it. Duh, I'm the bully, not the pity party host.

He nods at my words. "Yes, sorry, getting things together. Nag..." He mutters.
"Huh? What'd you call me? Emo~?" We always call each other names, but we usually use these. "Don't call me names." I pinch his ear a little and feel myself smile. Wait. What the fuck? I'm not even pinching him hard, either... Am I turning soft? "Hey, you're in pain, right?" I poke his chest, looking away kinda nervous.
"Yeah, but you're so happy right now, I don't care."
"Fuck. Okay." I look back at him, still poking the middle of his chest, where the most sensitive bone in the body is. Haha, this should hurt.

"Hmh- Hey, okay, that does hurt..." He murmurs. No, something's up, he's red and flustered. I don't understand, he wasn't red before. I'm not that dense, he's probably blushing, but why is my question? Don't tell me he's about to- "M-Mh... P-Please stop..." Hell no. Did he just-? No way... He really did just groan. I stop poking his chest in a flurry of panic. What the hell is going on today?!

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