The Outsiders Imagines And Stuff

Steve Randle: Bully

Every year since first grade, I've had this bully. And guess who it is, Steve Randle.
It wasn't that bad in elementary school, but middle and high school, things got a little worse.
In elementary school all he did was gossip and name call, which wasn't really that bad, I learned to ignore it. 
But in middle school, things got a little more physical.
Sometimes he would shove me into lockers or ram past me in the hall. It would tick me off, but I just ignored it like every other thing that he did.
One day however, he purposely pushed me into a desk and left a bruise on my leg. I was livid. But I didn't want to cause any drama by telling someone like a teacher or an adult, so I just IGNORED it.

I was not happy to go to school today. I had a major head ache, I was on the time of the month, AND I felt like throwing up every five seconds. I begged my mom not to let me go, but ya know what she said? "OH YOU'LL BE FINE" (can anyone else relate?)

So, here I am dragging my self through the front doors of my shitty ass school to see none other than, STEVE RANDLE.
Every time I see him I want to throw up.

Just don't make eye contact, you'll be fine. I thought to myself, suddenly regretting every step I made closer and closer to him.
I begged that he wouldn't bother me today.
I looked down while walking by him hoping  he wouldn't notice me. I sighed in relief after passing him with no problems.
Right as I thought that, I felt someone grab my butt.
I spun around on my heels to see Steve smirking at me. Then with all I had I smacked him on the face, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Ohs" and laughter came from the group standing behind Steve.
"What the hell is wrong with you, ass hole!" I yelled in his face.
Then I stormed back outside and sat on the side walk, leaning my back against the school.
I thought about it for a second before pulling a switch blade out of my backpack.
"I'm so sick of this bullshit!" I cried out.
I flipped open the blade and held it against the bottom of my arm.
I squinted my eyes shut and began to dig the blade into my skin.
Before I could do anymore damage, someone grabbed my wrist and stoped me.
I whipped my eyes and looked up expediting to see a teacher. But instead I saw the "dumb shit" looking at me with furrowed eye brows and worried eyes.
"What are you going to do now? Hurry quick before I kill myself.." I pulled my arm away.
"Why are you doing this??" He questioned.
"Why do you think?"
There was a long silence.
"Y/n...,"
"Save it Steve!"
"Please, let me say something!"
"...fine"
"Really?"
"Hurry, you don't have much time"
"Damn, well um.."
"1..."
"I... um uh"
2..."
"I only did it for attention! I didn't know it was causing this!" He grabbed my arm and turned it over, revealing the cut.  
I couldn't believe he was doing this for attention!
"Y/n, I'm-"
"Are you sorry?.." I cut him off.
"Does this answer your question?" Confidently he sat down next to me, grabbed my face and kissed me right on the lips. 
I didn't know why but I let him kiss me, in a way it kind of felt good.
He stoped and I looked at him.
"I- I um..." I hesitated.
"I really am sorry.."
I licked my lips.
"Apology accepted." I chuckled. "Please, for the love of god, don't do shit to me anymore"
"I won't, pinky promise" Steve said, holding up his pinky finger.
I rolled my eyes at his child like behavior.
"Fine." I crossed my pinky with his.
He smiled and got up.
I looked at the cut on my arm.
"Here," he extended his arm out, and I took his hand. "I think I might have something in my locker"

Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy lately. But I hoped you enjoyed ❤