My Bullie's Fetish

tease.

Ameilia "playing" with me felt like an abusive after school program. 

I trailed down the noisy halls of birchwood highschool, tired from last night, I had slept over at her house, but she left early not even waking me up and then leaving a hickey on my neck. 

"So! how was you and your girlfriend's sleepover?" Timothy hung on my shoulder knocking me off balance for a second. he was my only close friend, I groaned, 

"It was stimulating, but she didn't really do anything, like her alone-" I stopped talking Timothy had begun to breath harder in my ear, "Timothy- what the fuck are you-"

"ha! sorry- I was just thinking of you and Ameilia, like in a bath like in anime where you're on different sides of the tub and she crawls over her boobs like in your face and then she touches your crotch- ha- and she like kisses you and you're like that one shy bitch who-"

"ok, ok, shut up, I get it you could've just said you were fantasizing," I said my face very hot, I caught someone's eye in the crowd.

The one hazel eye covered by a few strands of black hair, a cold sweat trickled down my spine, it was Ameilia. I turned away from her. but I knew she was still glaring at me, surrounded by her big group of friends. 

"What is it?" Timothy asked concerned, I shook my head. 

Could she really be jealous because I was with Timothy?

"nothing..." I swallowed hard, 

 ...If that's the case she'll wreak havoc on my body.