My Bully's Love

skip it because I'm so far ahead in my schoolwork that the teachers don't bother me about leaving. Today was like any other day, I quickly

and tossed against the wall. The lock clicks, and then I'm staring into a pair of green eyes as the person turns my way. Jace has a smirk on his face as he looks me up and down. He n

to sound annoyed, but then my voic

ms in front of his chest and looks down at me. I stand about

asn't hiding. I just want t

of my face, "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me

ay that I could possibly escape, and that's when I see his two best friends standing only a few feet away, wearing identical smirks. Toby and Brandon are two of the school's popular

e him bring his arm up, thinking he's going to strike me. In

yes at me, didn't I?" He bends me over the desk until my cheek i

ou did Ja

ever obey me." He motions for his two friends to come c

do this!" I beg, "I promise to

to show you what happens when naughty girls don't listen." His voice is calm as he speaks to

hatever his friend is communicating to him. A tear drips from my right eye as I remain bent in this humiliating position whi

to try and get away from him, but a hand presses into my lower back, keeping me from mov

hair, and he leans in so close to my face that I can see the little golden flecks within the green of his eyes.

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re, I make sure I count each one. I falter on the fifth one because it was harder than the rest, but I qui

force as I ask the one question that I have never gotten an answer to,

u did this, all by yourself!" His hand comes down in rapid succession, taking whatever aggression

burn that his hand left behind, but there is something else I feel as well. I don't understand why I'm feeling this way after he did what he did. It feels both wrong and g

ace is still standing behind me. I can't read his face, and at this moment, I don't want to. I just want to go home and hide under my covers until I

t in me to look up at his face

m now, even though there isn't an ounce of emotion to i

ttention, and my hea

la. I'm not going

you c

more handprints will do the trick." He spins me back around and pushes between my s

h I'm freaking out at what he's going to do, "Please, don't do this, Jace! I'm sorry.wh

s, but it also feels good on my heated backside. I can hear Jace hunting for something in his bag just before I hear the sound of

my shoulder blades. I feel a cold substance dribble on each cheek, "I shouldn't even be doing this, "He starts to rub whatever he d

eek. His hand then goes lower to where my sit spot is and keeps massaging. I don't even think about what he may be able to see, all I can conce