You'll Always Be My Bully (BoyxBoy)

(U N D E R E D I T I N G)

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"Why should you even care about what they think?" I sighed, rubbing my temples, "What do they have on you that makes it so important to impress them?"

He finally looked me straight in the eyes, hitting his fist against the lockers. "You don't get it do you?" he asked me with a softness in his voice that contradicted his fierce posture.

Then he continued, "This is high school-- it's all about what people think of you. Hell, even I still care about what people think of me!" There was a harsh tint to his voice this time, the softness gone completely.

I felt myself squint at his logic. "That. Is. Pathetic." I gritted out.

His golden orbs stared at me, his plump lips in a thin line, and fists clenched beside my head. He took a sharp intake of breath and walked past me, aggressively pushing me into the lockers and leaving this foggy locker room.

I was utterly dumbfounded, I didn't even feel the aching on my back or the rapid thumping in my chest.

Oh.

I thought he had left his bullying days behind.

I guess I was wrong.

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