In Love With My Bully
she suggested, her tone gentle but firm, like she was coaxing a scared child out of hiding.
“What am I supposed to say?” I asked, my frustration bubbling up. “Stop having fun with your childhood friend? He’s not even doing anything wrong.” I let out a shaky breath, the panic building inside me. “She said, ‘I love you’ to him, and he didn’t say anything back. Just ‘thank you.’ He didn’t touch her or anything. He was just… nice. But he really likes her as a person, and he doesn’t remember me. What if…”