Playing the Bully (bxb)

There are two things in my life that I couldn't remember when they ever really started.

1. Being bullied

2. Liking Tristan Rivers

I followed him in the halls when we changed classes, slipped little notes of infatuation in his notebook when he wasn't watching, surprised him with sweet treats in his locker and even made a scrapbook that was all about him. I never told him it was me, because I was a chicken.

When word of my feelings got out, Tristan ascended to the throne, waving my bullies' flag and led my tormentors against me.

But I was an idiot. I still liked him despite everything, but not until his first punch landed on my face. The force was enough for me to fall out of the stupid infatuation/obsession skyscraper I was in and move to another town for a clean slate and a new life.

After three years, Mom and I decided to finally get closure in this town and from the memories that haunted our home. So we came back.

And then there was him and his stubborn, adorable blue eyes again. And he says he wants me now.

But I didn't want him anymore. I'd woken up from the stupid phase that was me falling head over heels for him. I wanted something else.

Revenge.

My name is Vivace Loris and these are my adventures in playing the bully.

(Note: Picture in the cover is not mine. This is a boyxboy story so if it freaks you out, please don't read it)