My Bully

Words you say.

Winters POV.

As I walked onto the school grounds in my ripped white jeans, a pink tank top and white converse, I shiverd slightly as he aproached me.

But when I looked into his eyes I saw the boy I missed. I saw the old Louis.

The one that cared about and for me at all times. The one that was my bestfriend.

And when he pushed me down the memory I hated flashed before my eyes.

(Flashback.grade 9)          

I looked deep into his tery, blue green eyes trying to dicide if I should ask whats wrong.

"What happend, Lou?" I ask the 14 yer old boy who shakes his head looking at me as if he hated me.

"Why do you care?" He asked looking at me with a very strong hatered. "Because were bestfriends..and I would no matter what.." I respond,.looking into his eyes and almost flinching...dose he hate me?

"No, were not. Not any more." He hisses looking away as a single tear drips down his chisled jaw. "W-What?" I ask as tears seem to fall from my ice blue eyes.

"Were not friends anymore. Besides its not like you care..." He spits as he wipes the tear that had fallen away. "B-But I do care..What happend?" I ask as I start to move forward.

"You should know. You did it." He hisses "I can't be friends with a...backstabing slut." He spits at me and I flinch at his harsh words. "Lou, why are you doing this!?" I scream at him as he walks away from me. "Because you don't care about me, Winter. Because you lied. And you won't ever care." He wispers as if the words sting him to speak.

As he walks away I call the last words that needed to be said.

"Louis Willam Tomlinson, I will ALWAYS care about you! I ALWAYS HAVE!"

(flashback end.)

And to that day I still have no clue what I did and it still keeps me up at night.

And the worse part is despite what he has been doing I still care...I'll always care.

His hands grip my shirt as his spit flies onto my cheek. He laughs a cold bitter laugh as he slaps me.

Others seem to walk away unfased by him hurting me.

"Slut, backstabing bitch!" He hisses at me and I flich rembering that day that he had first called me it. And it still stung so I finally got the nerve I needed and came right out.

"I'm a backstaber? I'm a bitch? then tell me Louis...Why do I still care about you? After all the pain and damage you've done?" I pause as a tear falls while he looks at me in shock.

"Because I'll always care for you...and I hate it." And after those words leave my mouth I'm droped to the ground with a light thud.

Louis just looks at me, shocked.

"Really? Even after I hurt you?" He asks looking like I just stabed him. "Yes. Really. But the truth is that It dosen't matter, Louis. Because you don't care and I can tell you never did."