You'll Always Be A Bully

"Zen, are you sure your parents won't be back until tomorrow?" I asked, biting my lip as I looked into his beautiful light brown eyes. He smiled kindly and pulled me into his room.

"Of course," he said as he closed the door. He locked it, took a deep breath, and turned around. His brown eyes held worry, lust, and...regret. "Jace, you...you trust me, right?"

"Your my best friend, Zen, of course I trust you." I said, wrapping my arms around him. He turned his gaze away from me, nervously looking in the mirror. He ran a hand through his beautiful messy brown hair and pushed me away.

"I heard rumors going around school," he said, looking down at his feet. "Jessica said that you liked me. Is that true?"

I bit my lip. Shit, he found out! I mean, I've always liked him. Who couldn't? He had a beautiful and angelic smile, a perfect chisled face, and don't even get me started on the rest of him. He was built like an angel, so a physical attraction to him was a given. I just...wanted to tell him on my own, you know? It sucks to hear it from someone else.

"Yeah," I said, afraid to look him in the eyes. "I've always liked you, but who couldn't? I mean, your a great guy and your not an eyesore either, so..." I could feel heat flooding into my cheeks. I turned away from him nervously, not wanting to see his reaction. He must be disgusted someone like me could even get the guts to say they liked him.

No one knew about our friendship; he was the jock and I was the book-nerd. If anyone knew, his reputation would fall into the dirt. I was kind enough to keep my distance from him during school, but when we were alone it was like nothing else mattered but us. We were together always, until he did what he did.

I stopped talking and nervously looked at Dr. Hartfeld. She nodded nervously and urged me to keep going. Dr. Hartfeld was a nice woman and a great therapist, but I knew it hurt to hear about such hurtful things being done to one person, especially if the tormentor of the person is your own son. She wanted to know the truth, so I paid for the session myself so I could tell her.

Running a hand nervously through my hair, I continued...

I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, and I froze. The touch that would normally feel welcoming and warm now felt...cold. Every nerve in my body was screaming DANGER! but I ignored it, thinking it was just nerves. I just told my best friend that I liked him, and he was willing to still be friends with me. Who knew he was going to do this to me?

"It's fine that you like me," he said, brushing my hair behind my ears. "I kinda like you too."

My heart literally stopped. Hearing him say those words made me putty in his dispicable little hands. I was only fifteen. Who knew...who knew a fifteen year old boy could be capable of such horror?

I turned around and met his stare. His eyes held mischief, triumph, and...victory. He looked as if he had won the world.

"Do you really like me?" he said kindly. Something about his voice made my blood run cold. Maybe it was a warning that I should run. Maybe it was his undertone of venom. What ever it was, I should have listened. I nodded nervously. "Then I want you to give me something to prove it."

"Sure," I said, feeling unsure of it myself. Something was off. "What do you want?"

"Oh, this something isn't something that you can hand to me in a giftwrapped box," he continued. "It is something you have to give to me willingly. It is something that requires a lot of...physical actions to take place in order to fully recieve it. It is also something I want only you to give to me, and in return I will give something to you."