All The Wrong Choices

Bully, or Bullied? (Part 1)

"Idiot!" I said. "You're so stupid! How could you think that you'd get away from me that easily?"
"I-I... I'm sorry-"
"Eh, you know what, I'm feeling nice today. So I'll let you off with just your lunch money. Give it here-"
"Jamian!" A voice called. "What are you- are you beating up the freshmen again?"
"What do you care?"
"I wanna help~"
"Ok then, you grab his book bag and I'll grab the pants."
"P-pants-!?" The freshman stammered.
"Yeah, turns out I'm not feeling up to all this 'nice' crap. See ya later freshman~" And with that we grabbed his backpack, pulled down his pants, and threw them out the door along with the boy.
"You're growing soft again."
"What? Am not!" I countered.
"Yeah, you threw the stuff back with him, we should've at least kept the pants!"
"Nah, let 'im have it, I'd feel bad- I mean, I'd hate for him to go home and his parent to know about this."
"Ah there it is!"
But deep down, I felt bad for that kid, I felt sorry. Why do I do this? What have I become? The very thing I protested against in elementary school? A bully..? And all because he bumped into me and I got mad, but I was too embarrassed to all of the sudden turn nice and give him a hand once I knocked him down, so I just continued to act mean. And once Alex got here I couldn't do anything else besides keep up the act.
That was a bad decision on my part.

As soon as I got home, I turned on my laptop, out of habit I guess, and then texted my friend, Delia on my phone.

Hay, what's up?---

It took a few minutes before she replied.

---Hay is for horses, use "Hey" ya dingo
Haha, well ur always there 2 correct me anyway, so whats the matter?---
---*sigh* you never learn
Learn what? That you'll never stop calling me dingo? Cuz if so, I've alrdy known that XD---
---Hey, meet me at the park as soon as you can, I have something to talk to you about, and it's better if I do it in person
K then---
See ya there---

I then started to get my bike ready, and I put my helmet on the table next to me. I tied my sneakers onto my feet, and then my dad called.
"Hey dad. What? So you're not gonna get back until midnight?! Ugh fine. Yes. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just go, that's all you had to tell me right? Ok bye." I hung up and then walked out the door to my bike.
By the time I reached the park she was already there.
"Hey, Delia."
"Yo!" That's how she greets her friends, sometimes.
"What did you need to talk to me about?"
"Well... I was wondering, would you like to make us official?"
"Like... Boyfriend and Girlfriend?"
"Yeah, we've been the best of friends since, like, middle school. So I was wondering if I could be your Girlfriend?"
I hesitated. I wanted this too, for a while actually. We both liked each other, and were sort of unofficially dating for a while, so why did I hesitate?
"Y-yes! Of course!" I picked her up by her waist and spun her around in joy.

I saw she brought a picknick basket, so we sat down on the grass and ate some strawberries.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Delia said.
"What- what do you mean?"
"Nothing, it's just, I'm your girlfriend now, and if you want to maintain a healthy relationship, then there'll be no secrets, kay?"
I hesitated again. Maybe there were secrets... but if I tell her, she won't even want to be my friend anymore... I looked into her eyes.
"Kay."