My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

CHAPTER 8: ATTACKED

I don’t know if it’s because of my new friendship with Mason, or the fact that I’m no longer being bullied, but I’m in a really good mood as I walk through the halls at school today. Aside from being ignored by everyone else, it’s nice to know that there is one person that is waiting to see me, even if it’s only to do schoolwork. Mason showed no interest in going any further than friendship while we were out for ice cream, and that meant a lot, since it was the total opposite the last time we were together.

On my way to the library last period, my steps falter as I pass the Art room door, I’m flooded with memories from the last few times I was in that room with Jace. Is it wrong that I miss his punishments? I still dream of him pleasuring me, o his spankings, and everything else that had turned me on about him. I don’t want to, but I just can’t help it.

“Hey, Ella!” Mason draws me out of my little trance as he jogs down the hall towards me.

I smile at him, “Perfect timing, Mr. Baker! Shall we go get started?” I muse.

“Sure thing, I’m ready to start seeing A’s on my papers!” he chuckles and holds the door open, letting me walk into the library first.

We find a nice little corner nook with some bean bag chairs in the back of the library. The further away we are, the less chance of disturbing anybody. Settling in, we start right away, not wasting any time in getting him all caught up, so we can move on to the current work. It’s nice being with Mason; there is no strain, and I’m not on edge the whole time, waiting for something to happen. I wish he would have made his amends sooner, but I’ll take whatever I can get at this point.

When the final bell rings for the day, ending our tutoring session, Mason pouts, “Well, that went fast, we barely touched base on my issues.” He slowly starts loading his things into his book bag.

“We can meet again tomorrow, if you want to.” I offer, knowing that he has a long way to go before he’s caught up.

“That would be awesome, if you’re okay with it.” His smile is sincere as he responds to my offer.

“It’s not like I have anything else going on. I really don’t mind, and I like your company; it’s been pretty lonely for me.”

He shoves my shoulder playfully, “Hey, none of that self-pity shit, you have me now.” His cheesy smile has me giggling.

“I guess I will see you tomorrow then, and I expect you to have those two chapters done, so I can check your work.” I raise a brow at him, letting him know that I mean business while trying to hide my grin.

He opens the door for me once again as we leave the library, “Yes, Miss Baxter!” He winks and then tuns in the opposite direction from where I’m going.

When I turn down the hall where my locker is located, I smack right into somebody else, “Oh my God!” A nasally voice grunts, and I close my eyes in disbelief. Out of all the people that I could have ran into. “What the hell, Ella! Do you not know how to walk? You’ re always bumping into me, and I’m beginning to think it’s on purpose!”

“You’re not that important to me, Kaylee. I don’t waste my time thinking up ways of how to run into you. I’m sorry, okay!” Rolling my eyes, I go to walk around her and her little posse of dancers, when I feel a sting to the back of my head, and my body is being jerked back. I fall to my knees but I’m still held upright by my hair. I expect to see Kaylee holding onto me, but it isn’t her.

Toby is the one holding me down by my hair as Kaylee smirks down at me. I glance back at Toby, struggling to release myself when he sneers down at me, gripping my hair even tighter, “Apologize to the lady.”

My eyes go to Kaylee and I choke on a laugh, “She isn’t a lady, and I already apologized to her.”

Toby gets down into my face, “She’s more lady than you are, slut! Now apologize so I can hear it!”

He isn’t going to let me go until I apologize again, so say it again, “i’m sorry for running into you, Kaylee.” I make sure to keep the sarcasm out this time.

“Ugh, whatever. You better hope that I don’t see you outside of school.” She flips her hair and walks away with her little posse following her.

The halls are practically empty, so instead of letting me go, Toby pulls me up by my hair, and shoves me into the boy’s restroom nearby. Slamming me against the wall, my cheekbone bounces off the wall, and I cry out in pain. I reach my hands up and back, digging my nails into his flesh, trying to get him to let me go, but it only angers him more.

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own nails!” I stop fighting him and

told me to do,

because you are a good girl like that,” He slides his free hand up my thigh and then inward. I clench my thighs together, but he pinches me, and slips his hand in between my legs when | gasp in pain, “I suggest you continue doing what you’re

in his hold but I can’t break free,

grazes my face, and I can still smell the school lunch on him, “Maybe I’m not being rough enough

the pain in my

legs apart before kneeling between them. I try to move away, but his hand comes down once more, whipping my head to the side as he

really do like it rough, don’t you?” Taking both my hands in one of his, he holds them above my head while his other hand grabs at

knowing that he’s too strong for me to

me, slut!” His hand moves to my waist and I feel him open the button to my jeans. When he gets the zipper down, I give up, and start to shut myself down. I don’t want to be aware of what he

no longer on top of me. I remain on the floor, waiting for the pain that I know comes when you lose your virginity, only it never comes. Instead, I feel hands closing my jeans up, and a voice telling me it’s going to be

You’re going to be okay, I took care of him.” I slowly turn

“Mason…”

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forgot my mouth guard in my locker. I heard your cries as I was passing by.” He hugs me to his chest as we sit on

him anymore. He

and we will go to the principal’s

I just want to

up first. Are you even able to drive?” He asks as he grabs a handful of paper towels and wetting them before dabbing at my mouth. They

Do you have time to walk me to

face off, “i’m afraid you’re going to have some bruising along with these two nasty cuts on your face.” Anger radiates of my friend’s face, and I thank God that he brought Mason back into my life just at the

will be okay. It’s nothing a little makeup

my locker and then out to the student parking lot to where my car is parked. The lot is practically empty except for those who

driver’s seat; stretching across me to grab the seatbelt and click

onto the seatbelt, “Yes, I will be fine. Thank you so much,

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had you not shown

That prick will get what’s coming to him, just wait until I see him out on

you getting into trouble, he isn’t worth it, Mason.” I stick my

and notice the sadness in his eyes, but there is something else that I can’t quite

please don’t. I’m begging you not to do anything drastic, because I won’t be able to forgive

can’t promise you anything. If he says one

pull out of my spot and drive away. I see him standing there watching my car until I turn the corner. Only then do I let out the huge breath and let the rest of my

evening because my face was already bruising over and I was too sore to do much moving; this morning wasn’t any better. I have a cut on my bottom lip and both cut and bruise on my right cheekbone. Thank God my concealer covers it all up, unless you look closely, and then you can sort of make out the cut that is

him out of making the drive over pretending to be really tired, but he’s the first face I saw when I entered the school

Mason at the library when I’m slammed face first into the set of lockers by the Art room, and a familiar voice sends shock waves through my entire body by just hearing his

been a

my body responds to Jace in the only way it knows how. Dampness covers the crotch of my underwear as I stand pressed against the lockers with my bully’s hard body against mine. I don’t bother saying anything, because it doesn’t

right now, Jace.”