Hey, Bully

First Cry

Skull was sitting next to me on the couch, holding me as I sobbed into his shirt.

One of his arms was around me, his hand rubbing and patting my back. How'd we ended up in this situation, I'd never know. All I remember was drinking too much alcohol and blacking out. When I came to, we were already in this position and I was already crying my heart out to the one person I'd never thought I would be with. Alone. I didn't even know he would be at this party.

"Are you done, Hannah?" There was a tinge of amusement in Skull's voice.

"Why am I crying?" I mumbled wetly, wiping my face on his shirt. "Why are you here?"

He groaned when he saw what I was doing. "Are you still not sober? Hell, where's Terry with that coffee?"

I lifted my head from his chest and blinked at him. "Did you hurt me?" I asked him suspiciously.

The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table. Still, I saw how he stared at me in disbelief.

"No, I didn't," he answered. "But apparently, from what I can understand from all your drunken blabbering, a guy named Asshole Will did."

"He's not an asshole!" I shouted.

"Hey, that's what you called him."

I glared at him, though where I found the courage to do so I didn't know when I was afraid of Skull the most among all of Leon's friends. Skull's lips twitched, like he was struggling not to laugh.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but were you referring to William Carter from South High Academy?" he asked. "The third son of the CEO of Carter International which operates a helluva lot of restaurant chains?"

"No," I denied lamely. How'd he know anyway?

"Wow, you're almost as bad as Sophia when she lies," he commented in a dry tone. "Do you mind getting off my arm? I've completely lost feeling of it."

I stared at him for a moment. Then let my gaze wander around. If I wasn't mistaken, this was one of the upstairs rooms that weren't open for visitors. There were shelves of books around the room and a desk by the window. It must the study room. How they convinced Jean, a senior and the owner of the house, to let us use the room, I didn't care to ask.

"You are still not getting off me," Skull said with a loud sigh and I returned my attention to him.

"I'm sad," I rubbed my nose and sniffed loudly. "You should comfort me."

He gave me a frown. "Do you want to have sex then?"

"No!" I burst out, slapping his shoulder. "No way! You remind me of my dead grandpa too much. There is no way—!"

"Your dead grandpa?" he began to laugh. "You mean Old Man Austin who smoked and swore too much?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "That's why I'm afraid of you. Because you remind me so much of him especially when you smile."

There was a twinkle in his eye when he said, "But not anymore?"

"I'm drunk." I laid my head on his shoulder and sniffed again. "And I miss Will."

"Asshole Will who didn't text or call you and gave you the cold-shoulder?"

"Shut up!" I wailed, slapping his chest this time. "What do you know about unrequited love anyway?"

"I'm in a one-sided love for seven years. I think I know a thing or two about it."

That shut me up. Completely.

"S-seven years?" I stammered, straightening away from him, my eyes bugging wide. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," he answered with a grin.