Dear Bully, you are too late
Strands of his brown hair rested on his face, but they only seemed to highlight his handsomeness.
“I… I don’t think you should be walking with me, Leon.” I said, rising to my feet. If anyone saw us, it could bring me unwanted attention.
I hadn’t gotten over the bullying from last year. I didn’t want another one to begin.
“We walked together when we were kids. What’s the difference now?” Leon chuckled, and the memories I wanted to push aside, resurfaced.
But looking at the sincerity on his face, I couldn’t refuse.
We were neighbors as kids, and we had played together every single day. Even our parents expected us to end up together once we were old enough.