The Bully I Fell In Love With (boyxboy)

Stick And Stones Will Hurt Me But Your Words Kill Me

The next day after telling Jess everything she cried as well feeling my pain and what I was going through; it was hard to process but still I had to stay strong. I didn’t know why but I had no words or actions that could not describe how I was feeling but I had to hide them because it was only matter of time before my parents find out since they could read me like a book.

(1 year later)

It was time for school and some days I remember Ross and some days I don’t, I remember the old him not the new him. As I walked out the front door I always made eye contact with him and he always gave me the death look, I’m sure I would have die by now. I walked to the end of the drive getting in to Jess’s car. I loved her car, it was a bright pink mini and she was always there with her long blond hair tied up in a pony tale listening to the radio she’s very pretty. Her skin is toned and she is very skinny but her boobs are massive I swear I think she pumps them up some days. Most of the girls in our school are jealous of her, some for her looks, and others for having a gay best friend like me.

  The whole school knows I am gay after that day the first time Ross punched me and called me a fag. It still hurts me to this day thinking about it and more importantly no matter how much I try to hate him I still love him. It hurts to see Ross mean and horrible to people; before that night we had what I would call sex he use to help old women cross the road but now he rather run them over. Some time I look in to his eyes and see nothing I could read him before now I can’t. I heard a familiar voice, it so sweet like a angle and guardian angle. “Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, come back to planet earth.” Jess says while shaking me.  “Ah what, eh sorry, I was day dreaming.” I said while rubbing my head as I sat in Jess’s car.

She begin driving to school and we hit the slow lane were people take every day and we say kids can walk fast then we drive. Then I saw a bunch of kids walking passed and they looked familiar, then one walked forwards reveling Ross talking and laughing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him he still looks stunning to this day. He saw me looking at him and he staring back but it wasn’t the death glare, this one was different, he looked guilty and sad and I saw the old Ross then a tear dropped from his eye causing more pain and hurt to me. Tears dropped from my eyes now, then to spoil the moment one of his jock friends notice me and flipped me off coursing anger to come out of me. We pulled up at school and Jess turned to me and said, “Tell me I didn’t just see what I saw?” “What did you see?” I asked. “You and Ross made a connection there I saw the guilt in his face and a tear from his eye before that prick spoilt it.” She said while staying calm but sounding harsh at the end. I gave her a little smile so she saw too. So I’m not going crazy, does he feel the same too, I have to know. Please let him feel the same even if he hates me and calls me names I don’t care. I tried to get his attention all day, I tried to get his attention at lunch but it was impossible with how many people wanted to hit and shouted fag at me, I can’t even walk in class with out some one saying fag under their breath. It came to the last lesson and I could not get his attention so I stopped; it was hopeless.

The bell rang and I got a text from Jess “Sorry had to run to the loo I’ll meet you at the car’, I signed and started walking to the exit. The same kids every day pushing and pulling trying to get out the door it like they are like zebras and the headmaster is a lion every one trying to escape at once. I got close to the door when I felt a foot go in front of me. I fell forward hitting my noise on the ground feeling the pain and then I turned around to see who it was. I saw Ross pointing and laughing his eye looked in to mine while he said “Look the fagots bleeding' then he laughed. I saw hell and darkness in his eyes as tears came to mine. It was like he had just stabbed me in the heart and left the knife there for the pain. My eye sight started going blurry from the tears then I saw Jess and she was angry as she grabbed my arm and pulled me up.  She turned to Ross and slapped him round the face shouting, “ROSS EARN you’re dead to me.” He turned around and looking at me with a scowl he then looked at Jess and then the words I heard were pain to my ears. “Don’t worry you and that fagot were never alive to me.” He looked both of us up and down, hate in his eyes made me cry more, the words killed me. My mum always said sticks and stone may break my bone but your words will never hurt me but she was wrong; sticks and stones will hurt me but your words will kill me.