All Chapters of Falling for my Bully : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It started as a single chuckle, then a few more, as I continued walking through the hallway, exiting the science complex. Soon everyone was laughing. When I turned, they really were laughing at me—their eyes fixed on me, laughing so hard that some of their faces turned pink. I didn’t know why they were laughing. All I knew was that I was the center of an inside joke.Then I saw Henry running, pushing through the crowd, coming to—apparently—rescue me, because I was just standing there like an idiot.He pulled a paper that had been glued to my back. It read “Faggot.”A guy from the crowd said, “I mean, did we need a placard to tell us that?” Then they all laughed again. It sounded like the background noise of a comedy movie. I wasn’t sure I cared that much. I pretty much felt shitty all the time—you simply can’t sink a sunken ship, right?“Thank you,” I said to Henry with a smile.“You good?” he asked, with a suppressed scoff.“Yeah, I’ll be… just fine.”“Oh, is that his boyfriend?” an

The last I remembered time flying this fast was in grade 5 when my aunt had promised to take us to Disneyland, which turned out to be just a lie to get us to focus on our exams without TV. We in fact didn’t go to Disneyland during the holiday, but scratch that. I blinked and it was nighttime, and I was in my bed, on the upper bunk, where I slept noiselessly, hoping no one would remember I existed there.I had scrubbed the floor today, and yesterday, and the day before. We had a dysfunctional cleaning roster. A piece of paper glued to the wall, it was old and torn, so torn that you couldn’t make out what names were written on it. Everyone had unanimously agreed that somewhere in an unwritten script, Alfie should be doing the cleaning. I did it without complaining. And I think I did it again that night, before blinking again, and it was Friday, and school was over, and I was going to see Riley.Breathe. Breathe, Alfie. You’re going to just go there, hear him out, and get back to your no

AlfieI wasn’t sure how many days had passed, maybe two or three. I had received no calls, neither had I looked at a screen—not my phone’s or a television’s. I didn’t know what made me feel so relevant, but for some odd reason, I felt that I would appear on the news.I had been keeping up with my therapy sessions and had allowed visitors—the only ones I know, Henry and Erica. They didn’t ask me how it happened, or when it happened. They just came, with different brands of pineapple juice. I was grateful. I wanted to say thank you. But it felt like there was an inflated bulb in my throat, so nothing came out when I opened my mouth to speak. I felt guilty for not speaking, and I was too aware of the fact that they were noticing my state, and it made it even harder to speak, no matter how hard I tried.I had a dream where the entire school was empty, and I searched every block looking for Erica and Henry. That afternoon when they came, with

Riley's room felt bigger than it was before that night, it was so spacious and ridiculously furnished, you wouldn't believe it belonged to a student. I tried to not think of that night, i tried to quench, with my saliva, the burning rage that was rising up my throat when I remembered that night. It was rage and fear, mixed so finely together I couldn't tell which was more. Rage because it happened, and fear that he could do it again, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. So I sat with my legs tightened to one another, and my hands clasped, as if creating an armor against him. He sat across me, with a rugged thud. I feared the chair would collaps, even the table that seperated us shook. Just 3 hours. You can do this Alfie, you can. I took in a deep breath, like Avatar the last air bender, I opened my eyes with a new resolve, determined, brisk. I imagined my eyes shine blue. “from your transcript, i found that the courses you performed lowest at were courses that had to deal w

Riley was almost completely nude. His chest was bare and wet. His biceps flexed with the slightest of motion. His long legs were uncovered. The only clothing he had on was a scanty boxer that gripped his muscular frame so clearly, you could outline the entire length and width of his dick. I felt the bones in my legs transform into a soft gel, wobbly and shaking me unstable. I needed something to hold onto for support.“I can’t reach my back—” He bent his hands to his back to show me that they couldn’t reach. “Can you help me apply lotion there?”No. what the fuck. “huh?” I thought I had said no only in my mind, he was approaching me now. “I might have been applying it wrongly the whole time. As my tutor, don’t you think it’s your duty to show me how it’s done?” He was standing too close to me that I could feel his breath fall on my hair.I couldn’t wish away the stiffening of my dick, or the fast pace with which my heart was now beating. I took the lotion from him with a frown on my