Falling for my Bully
When he was little he used to pick on me, tease me, and take my things. I hated him so much with a passion, that my stomach would hurt when ever I saw him. So why, after nine years of not seeing him, and two weeks of knowing he's coming back, does my heart want to skip a beat when we finally connect eyes. The guy that I hate, the guy who tortured me when I was younger, the guy who for some reason can makes me smile.