Greyson Brown (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

We were at a party in sophomore year, a mutual friend. Well, my only friend, had invited me to a party she was throwing.

It was a good party, good music. I felt normal after being alienated almost my entire life because of Greyson.

Then suddenly, I walked into a room that I thought was the bathroom. A man was in there crying on the bed. Me being me, I came over to him. I didn't know it was Greyson since we had masks on, it was a masquerade themed party.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked grabbing onto his hand to comfort him. He pushed me to the ground in disgust.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you see I want to be alone!" He yelled and I knew instantly that it was Greyson. But for some reason, I found myself staying in the room instead of going away.

"I'm sorry, if there's something wrong, maybe I can fix it?" I suggested coming closer to him and reached out to hold onto his hand. "It's not right to leave someone crying by themselves, you know?"

And that's when he did it, out of nowhere, he kissed me. He took off his mask and mine, pulled me close to him and kissed me. I guess it was a mixture of loneliness and how attractive Greyson looked in his outfit that made me kiss him back.

He only wore dress pants and a silk button up that outlined his body perfectly. I wore a corset that was so hard to take off, but he managed to take it off of me. He treated me with a kindness I've never seen before.

But it still didn't erase the history we had, how cruel he treated me. I hated him.

I guess it would be what most people would call hate sex. I hated him and as he fucked me, I found myself being able to release all the anger inside of me with each moan. I wanted more. I needed more.

When he made me go on top and ride him, his face looked so beautiful as I pleasured him. And when we finished, he held me in his arms. He held me even though I was covered in sweat.

His muscles felt so hard against my plush self. When I was little, I was bullied for how fat I was and even though I'm taller, I'm still the same me.

And he still fucked me despite how I looked. Closing my eyes, it felt nice to be in his arms. But I still hated him.

As I got off the bed and put on my clothes, he looked at me in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you aren't going to stay?"

"Why would I? It's not like we're boyfriends, you're a bully and just a fuck to me." I said standing up and pulled on a random shirt that was on the floor. "I still hate you and this doesn't change anything."

"But I though-"

"Well you thought wrong." I said walking out of the room and cried into Marie's arms. She had been my only true friend.

She also happened to be Greysons sister.

"What happened?" She asked with a worried expression. I miss her to this day. I hated myself for how cold I was to Greyson. Even if he is my bully, he didn't deserve to be used like that. Nobody does.

Since then, I hated him and just being around him reminds me for the way I treated him.

Later in junior year, Marie passed away in a car accident when she was driving with her boyfriend at the time, Ian.

Since then, Ian and Greyson grew close and became best friends. While I only became more alone and no longer saw Greyson as often. It wasn't until almost a year that Greyson started to bully me again.