YOU as ELYSA HELIX
TIMOTHÉE as ELLIOT KARGER
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"Get the fuck off me, Karger."
The shocked stare was instant as the boy, that stood towering above me, recoiled instantly at my venomous words. I glared at him from beneath my eyebrows, the expression that covered his face was one of pure confusion.
For years, Elliot Karger, had been treating me like shit. In the beginning it was just name-calling and on good days, a little shove or light pinch. Nowadays however, he was a complete dick. He would shove me, call me horrific names, joke about 'passing me around' with his other friends, and on some occasions he had actually choked me.
My whole life, I had found it easiest to just keep my head down and try my best to ignore all these cruel acts that were clearly the outcome of poor family and home conditions. Today, however, had not been one of those days.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Elliots' voice was low and husky as he leaned closer to me, having composed himself from his shock.
I looked down at where his hand was latched onto my wrist, his grip tightening by the second.
"I think you heard me, but clearly you don't underst-" my back was instantly met with the hard, cold metal of the lockers as Elliot had released the grip on my wrist and instead used his, then free hand, to shove me backwards.
To say the impact hurt was an understatement. Air escaped my lips forcefully and a low, painful groan as I squeezed my eyes shut. A soft pressure was suddenly placed upon my throat and I opened my eyes to see Elliot Karger with his hand around my neck.
It wasn't tight to the point where I couldn't breath, not at all. In fact, I could breath perfectly fine, the only thing stopping me was the pain that erupted from my lungs due to the impact I had previously experienced.
Nor was the pressure painful. It was actually, for some absolutely fucked up reason, nice. Yes, this fucked up, cute, dickheaded, hot, cunt of a god had his hand around my neck in the middle of my hallway at school and I enjoyed it.
What the fuck is wrong with me!?
He took a step closer to me, closing the gap between our bodies, and I could feel all of him. His hand tightened the slightest as he looked me directly in the eye with his own dark orbs. I was finding it nearly impossible to breath. Not because of the hand that was wrapped around my throat, no longer because of the pain of being shoved into the lockers, but because of the extreme closeness and tension between my bully and I.
Why the fuck did I find this asshole, cunt, fuckboy, dickhead, cruel, demeaning fuck so attractive right now.
Again, what the fuck is wrong with me?!
I noticed his tongue slip out from between his lips as he dampened them, before taking a shallow breath and pressing his mouth against my ear, instant, unwelcome, goosebumps washing over my body.
"Keep your fucking self in line, slut" his low voice hissed in my ear, his hand tightening, yet again.
The pressure on my throat kept me from being able to swallow down the lump in my throat as Elliot kept his head bowed down to my ear.
Suddenly, the boy tensed and his head flew back upright, a look of pure horror and realisation washing over his face, confusion washing over my own. The grip around my throat loosened as he released my neck and took a step back.
The skin of my neck felt like ice and as disappointing as it was, I almost wanted to scream for him to choke me again... almost.
Seriously! What the fuck is wrong with me?!
Elliot gave me one last look, his jaw tightening and eyebrows furrowing before he turned on his heels and walked off with quick strides, his laughing friends following closely in tow.
Wait. How the fuck had I managed to not notice the crowd that had formed around the both of us, watching on with eager eyes for something that they could gossip about for the next few weeks before something more interesting happened.
I lowered my head to the ground, taking in a shaky breath as the crowd parted quickly. My hand slowly making its way up to my neck, wrapping my fingers around the stinging flesh of my throat. The feeling, in no way, matched that of what Elliot had given me. The thought of him made my neck hurt again, begging for his touch.
I shook my head, allowing the common sense to flow back in and squeezed my eyes shut.
Elliot Karger is a cunt.
That's all it took for me to recompose myself as I walked to my next class, my head held high, and took my seat at my usual table.
I took my book out and began copying the messy notes that were already splayed across the whiteboard at the front of the room.
For the rest of the lesson, I hadn't been able to shake the feeling of being watched. It was an uncomfortable and strange feeling that washed over me. I never, however, gave into the temptation to see who it was, if there even was anyone.
If I had of, however, I would have been met with Elliot Kargers eyes, anger flooding through them as he stabbed his pen into the pages of his book continuously. Impatiently waiting to be freed of the hell that was my presence and all the emotions that simple thing caused him.
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My first ever imagine! It was a bit strange to write but oh well. Whatever makes the people happy, you know.... people being me and my wish to be choked my Timothée Chalamet.........
Please don't hate me for that.
Also gave you guys a name cause it will be easier for future parts of Bully (cause fuck yeah there's going to be more parts). It's heaps easier than writing Y/N. Also looks neater. But by all means just imagine her name to be whatever yours is.
Also gave baby Timothée a different name in this imagine cause it was also easier. Idk. The é is difficult to do when writing quickly. AHHH OK
I DONT HAVE A REASON!
