Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{My Bully} C.B

No one really expected it to happen. The nerdy 11th grader Corbyn Besson had the best glow up over the summer. He had abs, blonde hair that looked flawless, vocals to die for, and for the love of god, don't get girls started on his tattoos.

Another thing no one expected, was that I lost my best friend that summer. Me and Corbyn used to spend every Friday together, every spare moment we had, we spent together. When he got hot however, we drifted. I was more consumed by the arts and maths,  Corbyn liked physical activities, if you know what I mean, and music.

I was the nerd now, he was the popular jock. A typical story if you ask me.

Now everyday at school he calls me four eyes, pimple face, goody two-shoes, you name it. He might call me nasty things, but never has the word bitch or whore left his mouth. That part of him was still there.

He never intended to make me a target, but his friends did. I was fresh meat, an easy kill.

So, that brings us to right now. Cornered in the art room, my new painting in pieces between Jacks hands, paint smeared on my shirt and spots in my hair, and piercing words flying around my head like a bat out of hell. He stood behind the bunch and hung his head low below his shoulders. He new this was a step to far, destroying the very thing that could possibly get me into college. Yet he never said a thing.

"- awe you gonna cry? Little four eyes is gonna cry guys," Jack taunted in my face.

"Eat dirt," I spat. I watched him straighten his back, his gaze drifting from the boys to his left, to the ones on his right.

"No one, and I mean no one, talks to me like that." He ran his tongue over his teeth, a smirk settling on his lips. I knew I fucked up.

"Don't you fucking lay a hand on her," a voice spoke up from behind them. Corbyn stood tall, the fire in his eyes raging more then the blood in my veins.

"What's it to you Bessie?" Jonah stirred, trying to make the fight bigger then it had to be.

"The fact she's a girl. You don't ever lay a hand on a girl. You deserve to get the shit beat out of you if you do," he answered with a calm rage.

"Fine. We'll let your little girlfriend go," Jack said innocently, but he made a point to exaggerate the word girlfriend. The thought alone made my heart skip a beat, then fall in my chest.

"C'mon," Corbyn nodded his head towards the door while looking towards me. His hand extended, inviting me to take it. The others parted for me. I walked past them, and denied Corbyns hand. I brushed my shoulder against him forcefully. He might have helped me, but that one time doesn't make up for the multiple he's tormented me.

I got out of the school without any more problems, but I knew Corbyn was following me. My house was only a block away from the school, so it was a quick walk. He was hot on my trail, and I knew he wasn't going to stop.

As I got into the house, I didn't even protest him storming in after me. I dropped my coat and back pack off and kept on towards the stairs.

"Hey," he tried, his voice stern. I didn't bother, I didn't want too. As I ascended then stair case, he kept prying. "I'm talking to you, Y/N."

"I don't care," I called behind me. As I walked into my room, he thought to take action.

In a swift motion, my back was against my wall, hands pinned to my sides, Corbyns face inches from my own. "Well I do," his voice was raspy in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Why? Huh? What's so different now? You left me, Corbyn. Just because you helped me once, doesn't make up for the numerous times you did shit."

He stood in front of me for a minute, not saying a word. He watched my eyes, something he used to do to try and break me.

But I was already broken, and I think he realized that.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed out. His grip from my wrists loosened, but never left.

"It's over, there's nothing you can do about it now." I tore my hands away from his, and moved away from him.

"I never meant to hurt you. I thought it was pointless teasing. You know what they say, when a boy teases you, it means he likes you?" It baffled me. How stupid a boy could be, even one as smart as Corbyn, but here we were.

"You also know that when you like someone, you don't actually torment them?" I asked in return. I knew what he meant, that he liked me, but it didn't make up for what he done.

"I didn't think that would work," he shook his head low. I huffed and say on my bed. "Is there any way I can make it up to you? Get a second chance?" His voice held such a high hope that I would have crushed me to deny it.

"Maybe." I sighed.

"Let me take you out. On a proper date. Please?"

I weighs my options in my head,to not do it was just plain stupid, that simple. "Fine." I said finally.

It would only be a wild ride from there.

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Here's a story I never posted. I'm trying to think of new ideas and time to do it. Still not feelings inspired so I hope you stick through this with me as I try to find it again :):