Bullied By Cameron Dallas

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Media: Chad (played by Austin butler 😍 )

"Shy! Please stop!"

I don't know what got into me but I listened to him. I stopped and just let the tears fall down my cheeks. I just couldn't hold it in any more. I was sick of pretending to be okay. I'm not okay.

So I gave up. I dropped down to my knees, sick of trying to keep myself up. And I cried. I cried my heart out and didn't care my bully was watching me.

"What are you doing?" I sobbed out. "why are you so mean to me. What did I ever do to you?"

I Just wanted to know what I did. Wanting to know why I deserved this. But he didn't say anything. I sniffled and looked up at Cameron to see him looking at me shocked. I could see him hesitate before he sat down in front of me. Keeping his distance.

"I'm so sorry." He breathed out. "I-i didn't think you even cared about what I said. I didn't think it would actually affect you."

I scoffed, "well I do and it did."

He sighed and looked down. "I'm sorry okay. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain to you."

"Try me." I rolled my eyes. Knowing nothing he said would change my opinion on him.

He looked up at me and frowned. "You're actually going to let me explain? After everything I put you through?"

I shrugged. In all honesty he doesn't deserve this. He deserved to get slapped and yelled at. But I was just to tired for that. I wanted this to be over. I was exhausted.

He nodded slowly and folded his hands together in his lap. "It started at the end of middle school." He sighed. "You were just really nerdy and I was a jerk. No one really liked me until I started to poke at you. I would call you stupid names. Nothing to bad just the basic names. I never wanted it to get to bad. I was a kid, I had a heart. I just wanted attention. And for me that was the easiest way to get it. And you never said anything. You were always so snarky. I didn't think you cared. And I planned on stopping, I did. Freshman year came and I wasn't going to mess with you. It was going to be a new year, a clean slate. Until my mom died." He frowned and I could tell he was trying not to show any emotion. "I was just so torn up. I was only 14 at the time. And I know that's not an excuse to bully someone. But then my dad started to drink every night and would take his anger out on me. He blamed me for her death. She had fucking cancer."

"I'm sorry." I blurted when I saw a tear slip from his eye.

"Don't." He said. "I don't deserve that."

"You don't." I agreed "but you also didn't deserve what you were put through. And yeah it was way wrong of you to torture me because of that. I hated the beginning of highschool because of you. But at least now I know why you did it. I always just thought it was because I'm ugly."

"You're not," he blurted. "You're not ugly."

I frowned. Still confused. "So what now?" I asked.

He frowned. "I'll stop." He said. "And so will you."

I looked at him with a raised brow and watched as he scooted a little closer. He grabbed my arm and I went to jerk away. One, because he bullied me and two, he was to close for comfort.

"This." He then pulled my sleeve down. I gasped and pulled my arm away. "Please."

"Why are you all of a sudden so caring?" I asked suspiciously. Holding my arm close to my body.