The Bully And Me
Veliciahtrouble when you walked ini feel like a fool waiting for youand when i try to walk awayi have no one to talk to about my feelings
"Alright, fine! Brandon, I'm sorry. Now, would you please give me back my bra?"
He grins down at me, clearly enjoying this far more than he should. But instead of handing it over as I had hoped, he dangles it just out of my reach again.
"Jump for it," he teases with a wicked smile.
"No way!"
He shrugs nonchalantly and tosses the bra onto the ceiling fan before smirking at me. With a click from the remote in his hand, the fan whirs to life, and my bra spins around the room—this is what I get for dating a bully!