I sat on the rock staring out into the water and racking my brain for explanations to why I didn't want him to be kind to me. Wasn't that what I always wanted? For him to at least care a tiny bit about me? I wanted him to be mine. But now that he actually seems to care (even though there is a big possibility that it might be a random dare from the assholes he calls friends), I'm scared. I'm scared of getting hurt by him even more. Getting beaten up, punched, strangled...all those things could never ever compare to the pain and torture of heart break. And I'm scared he'll do exactly that. He'll get my hopes up, act all lovey dovey to me, pretend to like me and then when I fall hard for him, he'll just leave and go back to bullying me. I wouldn't be able to stand that. Not at all. Not one bit.