Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

“You scare me, all right. But I can’t seem to stop…wanting, either. Wanting you to look at me. Wanting you…period. It’s why I sit behind you in all your classes, Allie. You don’t know that?”

Two years ago, I decided that if she was going to make my life hell by ignoring me after what we shared, then I could return the favor. So I do. I demand she acknowledge me by bullying her. That’s the only term for it. I’m her bully and I hate that—I fucking hate it—but so be it. It’s true what they say about misery loving company. Because I’m miserable without her and she’s coming with me.

She’s mine. Even if she never looks at me or speaks to me again, she’s mine.

I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.

At the reminder of him, I want to close my eyes and curl up. Replay that night in the field when he touched me, spoke to me so sweetly and honestly. Before he became the second villain in my story. Someone I dread seeing every day, as much as I crave the brutally beautiful sight of him.

“You are the safest with me,” I say thickly, cursing myself. Wanting to erase the last two years so badly, my hands shake. “Please believe me. I’d die before hurting you. I’d never, Allie. I’d never.”

Heat sears me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my flesh—and no, no, no I can never live without this. I’ll wither and die. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t pry you out. As deep as she is inside you.