My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: OUR LITTLE SECRET

Over the last couple of weeks, things have been back to normal, well my normal anyway. Jace is back to shoving me against lockers as he walks by or trying to trip me when he passes me in the halls. His two friends shoulder bump me, but that’s the extent to what they do to me; the rest is all Jace. Surprisingly, nothing has been said about Jace seeing me in my birthday suit, and I thank God for that one mercy

I’m standing at my locker with the door open, reading a text from my mom, when suddenly the door slams shut. It startles me, and I jump back. Kaylee is leaning against the locker next to mine with her arms crossed and a huge smirk on her face. I roll my eyes and go to reopen my locker, but she stops me by slamming her hand against my door.

I sigh heavily, “What do you want, Kaylee?”

“A little respect, for one!” she glares at me.

“I haven’t done anything to you. Believe me, I try to avoid you like the plague.” I say smugly.

“See! That right there… it’s disrespectful!” She points her long, pointed fingernail at me.

“You have to earn respect, Kaylee. You lost my respect when you decided to start treating me like crap for no reason.” I’m just so tired of being scared about who will do what to me. I need to start standing up for myself, “So, again, what do you want? I have a class to get to.”

She huffs, and then gets right up in my face, “Talk to me like that again, and see where that gets you!”

I don’t have time for this, so I put on the biggest fake smile for her, “Geesh, I’m so sorry, Kaylee. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She gives me a squinty glare at my sarcasm, “I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of Jace throwing a party at his house tomorrow night, and that you are not invited.”

“What makes you think that I would even want to go to one of his parties?”

“Well, I just know how both your parents are close friends and they will probably expect you to go.” She copies my stance. “Whatever, no worries. I definitely will not be there.” I decide to walk away before I get even more annoyed with the barbie wanna be. I hear her snicker as I pass her, but she doesn’t stop me. Why would she even think that I would expect to be invited?

“Hey, Ella—wait up!” My sister calls out as she jogs up to me, “What class do you have next?”

“History, why do you ask?”

“Oh, just wondering. Are you doing anything this afternoon?”

“Not as of right now, unless mom asks, why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could take me to the mall and help me pick an outfit out.”

“Of course, I wil! I love shopping with you.” I bring her in for a side hug as we walk down the hall.

“Thank you! I better get going, my class is all the way downstairs.” She chuckles.

I shake my head in amusement as my sister bounces away.

“Your little sister is turning into a hottie.” My body freezes at the sound of his voice. Spinning around, I come face to face with my bully.

“Please stay away from her.” I plead.

His hand presses against the middle of his chest, and he gives a fake gasp, “You hurt my feelings, Ella. I would never do anything

  • to hurt an innocent girl like Elise.” He leans in, so the other students passing by don’t hear what he’s about to say, “She isn’t you. I’

d never do to her all the things I want to do to you. I wouldn’t want to hurt her like I want to hurt you.”

Even though his words are hurtful, they send a tingle through me, making my core throb. I suck in a breath and take a little step back. When I glance up at his face, there is a look that has replaced the hardness that is usually there. Almost like a look that

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Our Little Secret

my nose. I know the scent well, because it’s still the same

say anything or try to move away. I wait for him to depart first, and when he gives me a

cute on you!

an out of date fashion magazine while my sister tries on outfit after outfit. I really don’t mind, it’s not like I have anything else going on in my life. Living vicariously through Elise at least helps me keep up on life outside of home and

of the full-length mirror, trying

drops open, “You mean the one wear your butt cheeks are peeking out

“Don’t exaggerate, Ella.”

going out on a date with anyway?” I slap her hand away as she tries to fold the already small

I don’t

totally confused now, “So what was this

over at me, “Um, hello! It’s Jace’s

just stand here gawking at

Did

no, I’m not going.” I tilt my head at her, “Why

seriously not going? I mean, you two used to be inseparable and now I never see you

other family member is around. I don’t want her knowing, but I also don’t want her going to that party. Nothing

“There is nothing to tell. Friends grow apart, and parties are not my thing.” An idea comes to me, “Hey, why don’t you ditch the party and we can go hit up the next

high school

go back to the chair I was sitting in, “In that case, wear this outfit. I don’t want any of those buttholes from school trying to feel you up,

turns back to me, “I love you, Ella. If there is anything that you need to talk about, I’m here for you. All of your secrets are safe

smile, “Thank you, Elise. Right back at

Maybe if I tell her what he’s been doing to me for the past two years, then she won’t go. Biting my thumb nail, I contemplate on doing just that. In the end, though, I just can’t do it. I can’t tell her how much of a pussy her big

see if Jace is home. His black jeep is parked in

ME: Can we talk?

back for at least ten minutes, and just when I think he’s going to ignore me, my

Our Little Secret

Why would I want to talk to

ME: Please, it’s important!

in

back, biting my lower lip while I think about what to say. My phone pings

I don’t have

have a

ME: Ok.. I’m thinking!

just yell

What

ME: No, I promise!

Yelling & lying to

for it

Please, Jace. I’m

Oh, you’re going

what did

meet up for

It’s about my sister.

Come over, but

have to

ME: Ok, thanks.

thank, because then I’d have to tell them where I’m going. The last thing I need is my mom telling me to invite Jace over. She used to think of him as

over and see that their garage door is open and that Mrs. Palmer’s car is parked in it. I sigh in relief, I should be safe with his mom home, so I quicken my steps so he doesn’t get angry

Jace standing there, shirtless. He’s holding a shirt in his hand, so I must have caught him as he was finishing up getting dressed. He glances up

are still on his bare chest when his hardened voice gets my attention, “What the fuck do you need to talk to me about?” || almost frown when he slides his shirt

me that you invited

“Yeah, so.”.

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