The Bully And Me

Emilie I'm alive, but I wish I were dead. Are there many freshmen in college who feel the same way? I pull my towel tighter around my body as I continue my walk down the street with tears in my eyes. There are no clothes to cover my skin or shoes to protect my feet as I walk over the wet asphalt. I'm close to tears, but I won't let them fall. This isn't anyone's fault but my own. Why did I go to that stupid pool party? How did I, for a second, think things would be different tonight? I'm so angry at myself! I shouldn't have let my guard down! I shouldn't have smiled when I received an invite to the party hosted by the cool girls. The girls just invited me so they could make fun of me for having selective mutism! They told me they had a swimsuit to borrow, and after I undressed, they stole my clothes. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there while they laughed and said, "Isn't she pathetic? No matter how we treat her, she won't fight back! What a freak. Jesus, Emilie. How w

Emilie I'm not stupid. I know Brandon giving me a roof over my head was a one-time thing; it doesn't make us friends. Once I've left his house, he will go back to hanging out with the jocks and calling me a nerd. I'm convinced the mere thought of me disgusts him, which is why I'm so confused when I wake up to him hugging me. What is even happening right now? Brandon isn't squeezing me so tight that I can't breathe, but all his limbs are wrapped around me. I'm cocooned by him and so much smaller than his brutish self that I cannot escape. His nose is in my hair, while his muscular arms hold me so gently that one could think we were lovers. I...I don't hate it. I've never had a boyfriend before, and while I know Brandon isn't interested in me, I like the size difference between us. It feels safe being the small spoon with such a large man behind me, and he is fucking gorgeous. No sane girl on campus who isn't a lesbian would say no to spooning with him. But...I should probabl

Brandon I have a new goal in life: make Emilie Olsson fall in love with me. I can't accept that a girl on campus - especially a nerd - doesn't want me. That's why I'm playing it cool while driving, and when I know Emelie is looking in my direction, I throw my head to the side to make my blonde hair blow around my face. Sexily. Her eyes widen with my movement. "Wh-why are you twitching?" Twitching? This isn't twitching! I'm trying to do that sexy hair thing they do in the Wella hair commercial! "I'm not twitching..." I mutter. How is it that this female is completely immune to my flirting techniques?! "Really?" she doesn't sound convinced. "Because the entire car shakes now and then, and whenever I look at you, I see you moving." Okay, so now I'm blushing. For fuck's sake... This is beyond humiliating, and my voice comes out all growly and irritated, "I was just trying to get my hair in place, okay? That's all there was." Much to my surprise, Emilie giggles. It's a sweet sound th

EmilieAfter all of my art classes are over, I'm beat. I've spent most of the day trying not to drop my clothes that are far too big, and I can't wait to get home to change. Luckily, Brandon wasn't around to see me struggle. After lunch, he left for an economy class and said something about being busy with football and gym later. We parted ways, and since I don't have a phone(I left it at Jenna's place after I fled from her party), we didn't exchange phone numbers. Not that I mind. Brandon will change his mind about fake-dating me once he finds someone prettier. That way, he won't have to tarnish his image by being seen with a nerd like me. Sighing, I quicken my pace until I'm finally outside my apartment. It's lively as usual, and when I walk up the stairs, I hear TV series and music playing from behind the doors that I pass. I don't pay it any mind and fish up my keys from my pocket. I'm about to walk up the last stairs when I almost crash into someone—Cindy, the girl from my art

Brandon I jerk awake when an episode of the rom-com ends and notice Emilie has fallen asleep. Her head rests in my lap, red hair sprawled out in every direction, and I frown. “Typical...” A sigh leaves my lips. I planned to spend the night with her so she would fall for me. That’s my sole reason for coming to her apartment, but the little lady fell asleep on me before we could get to the good part: me getting undressed. How am I supposed to seduce her now?! Emilie shivers in her sleep, and I roll my eyes before picking her up into my arms. She doesn’t wake up. Her head rolls against my chest, a content smile on her mischievous little lips. I place her on her bed and tuck her in. I plan on sleeping on the couch but freeze when her eyes open. “Is it morning yet?” she mumbles. My lips twitch. “No, go back to sleep.” “But I’m not tired...” I snort. “Filthy liar.” “Okay, so maybe a little tired,” she giggles, making herself more comfortable against her pillow. “Are you staying ove