Jock x Nerd SMUT *NEW*

Chapter 1 - His and Him My Own

Getting off the bus, Oliver is confronted by Ryan.

My name is Oliver Green.

My bully is Ryan Jackson.

He's an asshole,

but I love him.

My best friend is Jared Thomas

Jared is a cool guy. Well, I think he's cool.

Any guy who can beat me at Magic: The Gathering and has almost all of The Power Nine is a legend in my book.

You're probably still wondering why I have a crush on my bully.

Now, this isn't some Killing Stalking masochism shit, I have had a crush on him before he bullied me.

In middle school, Ryan was so good at everything. Sports, art, music.

He was the kid who carried the books for the student who broke their foot, kind generous and patient.

Then, over the years, things started to changed.

Ryan didn't care about his homework anymore. Then he was hanging out with the wrong type of people, he started smoking and yelled at some teachers in the middle of class. By High school, he eventually turned into a bully.

At the beginning of freshman year, when I was going to find a place to sit with Jared in the cafeteria. Ryan's "buddy" tripped me for a cheap laugh and I spilled my lasagna all over Ryan, it went down hill faster than a snot faced kid in a bobsled on an icy hill that angled at 60 degrees.

Everyday he'd shove me into a wall when I was carrying books or twist my arm till I bleed, or whenever it tickled his fancy.

Some days are worse than others, but I wouldn't get home without a bruise or scrapes.

My parents would notice, but I tell them I'm just clumsy.

My step-dad is a smoker along with my mom, but they vape so it doesn't stink up the house. I'm just the middle child who sometimes takes care of the little kids and rides with my sister to school if I miss the bus.

She's a Senior and I'm a sophomore which works out because when she goes to collage I'll have my license. and I won't have to ride the bus anymore.
Probably. Hopefully. Yeah.

Hearing my knee and hip joints pop when I stand up and stretch makes me realize how cramped I was and how heavy my messenger bag is.

Nonetheless, I grab hold of my bag strapped across my shoulder and scurry off the bus behind everyone else, after thanking Ms. Hide, the bus driver of course.

As I hop down the steep steps and onto the concrete, I fill my lungs with the fresh, cool air. After sitting in a crowded, hot and smelly, bright colored tin can on wheels for 45 minutes it's quite refreshing.

I pass by the memorial water fountain on my way to the high school building- "Carry my bag or I'll give you another black eye like last weeks." Ryan...

Holding my breath I turn around slowly and he immediately thrusts his backpack against my chest. I frantically wrap my arms around it as to not drop it.

He leans dangerously close to my face, he reeked of alcohol and his breath tainted with dollar store toothpaste, his voice still laced with sleep, "I better not see a speck of dirt on here, pipsqueak."

He backs off and shoulder checks me, I nearly lose grip and scramble to retain it. Him and his buddies saunter to school snickering.

His perfect hair bouncing with every step.

His little smirk he gives to his friends.

And his laugh... I wish I could be the person he laughs with and not at.

I just wish he wouldn't use me.

Or acknowledge my existence only when he needed something from me.

I want to be his and him my own.

Gulping down my pride, dreams and gayness, the adrenaline diminishes and Ryan's backpack is suddenly getting heavier by the second.

HOW MANY POUNDS OF DRUGS DOES HE KEEP IN HERE!?!?

Readjusting to the weight imbalance of our
bags, I awkwardly waddle after him.