My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

JACE POV

Leaving Ella was tough, even knowing that I only have a month to go. I don’t like knowing that she is there all alone, even if she does have friends, no one will protect her like will. Speaking of her friends, I don’t trust that Gabe guy not to try anything sly with her. I could tell how much he likes my girl, and any guy in their right mind will do whatever it takes to get the girl he wants. Look at me for example, okay, maybe I went too extreme, but the point is, most men will do and say whatever they have to in order to get the

girl.

I’m sitting in my first period class on Monday morning, while thinking about my girl like this, when a commotion draws my attention to the front of the classroom. Two stu dents come through the door ten minutes late laughing at whatever it is that they find so funny this early in the morn ing. I do a double take when I see who it is, and my hackles start to rise.

Toby and Brandon apologize to the teacher and then snicker as the make their way to their desks, which so hap

pens to be right beside mine. I glare at them, Brandon be ing the first of the two to even notice me, drops his snicker ing and clears his throat as he sits. Toby on the other hand, continues until he is planted in his chair and then takes a look around. Meeting my eyes, his demeanor changes and he swiftly looks to the front of the class.

I sit for a few moments, waiting for the teacher to repri mand them, but nothing happens. Once again, they get away with their bullshit. My desk flips, startling the whole class, as I stand up abruptly. Grabbing my things, I head for the door.

“Class is not over Mr. Palmer!” The teacher exclaims.

| stop and look at the weasel-looking instructor with his balding head and beady little eyes. I raise my hand and point to both Toby and Brandon, “If those two wannabe rapists can get away with everything, I’m sure I can get away with leaving class a little early!” | glare back at my two ex-friends and then slam through the classroom door, al most taking it off its hinges.

I don’t wait for them to call me; I go straight to the of fice and turn myself in. When the secretary spots me, she smiles, “What can I do for you Jace? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Yep, but I just walked out and figured I’d come straight here to talk to the principal.”

“What class was it?”

“Speech with Wison.”

“And what was your reason for leaving?” She’s writing everything down as she asks and I answer,

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“I don’t do well with sitting in the same class as two people who tried to rape my girlfriend and then got off easy.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she stops writing and looks at me with sympathy.

“How is Ella?”

All the teachers loved Ella, because she was so quiet and such a good student, so I’m glad to see that some sym pathize with her, “She’s doing better than expected. I just came back from seeing her over the weekend.” | smile slightly at the memory of our time together.

“That’s so good to hear. Please tell her that I said hi and that I miss seeing her pretty face in the halls.” She glances around, and then tears up the paper that she was writing on, “The principal isn’t in today. If Mr. Wilson calls the inci dent in, I will take care of it, but in the future, try and suffer through it. You only have a few weeks left.”

“I will try my hardest, but what set me off is the fact that they disrupted class by coming in ten minutes late and

didn’t even get in trouble for it.” | scowl.

“Ah, I understand now. Okay, well, go cool off some where and then head to your next class.”

“Okay, thanks, Mrs. Price.”

As much as I would love nothing more than to walk out of these damn high school doors, I make myself stay. I think about Ella, and the life I want to have with her. I can’t give her anything if I don’t graduate and besides, who drops out a month before graduating? No, I will make myself focus and keep my head down. I have goals and it doesn’t include being a high school dropout.

The sub that I’m training this evening isn’t my normal client, she’s

will not be fucking you. I have my own submissive

she sticks her lip out as if that’s going to change my mind, “So does Master Jude,

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“Excuse me? What? Do you think that we are a bunch of sex workers that

only lasts a moment, “Well, aren’ t you? We pay you to teach us how to be the best submis sive, so we can get what we want, and in return, you fuck us… Master Jace.” She remembers to address me correctly at

I clench my jaw, “I’m sorry to inform you that you are wrong in your assumption, and

Cathy, or something or other, they know who and what we are here for regardless of whether or not some trainers fuck them. It’ s not like I’m the first trainer not to fuck

At first, I think she’s just fucking off, but

I will pass along the

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as he comes in. Yes, thank you for calling, have a

with a client and she’s wearing the new earpiece that the boss bought for her to use. Pressing the button to turn it off, she rolls her eyes and smiles at me, “What can I do for you Mas

were actually working.” My eyes shoot down to the nail

of some people to

the one that I just had off the list for

and looks down at the appointment schedule, “Are you talking about

her name

oh, what did

do you

Master Jude has been complaining about

well.”

take her tonight.” | shake my head in disbelief, but chuckle, “Yeah, apparently, she thinks we are

Uh, yeah, I will talk to the boss about her be cause this is her third strike, or complaint about her. It’s not like we need her money. Besides,

and laugh, “Oh, I’m

come back and

“You know I will.”

Ella back, maybe I can talk her into

that you can try.” I say as

bed. It’s only been one whole day, and I miss her like crazy. It will be so nice to be able to come home to her at the end of the day and not have to video

home smelling of their perfumes and body washes, and it drives me crazy because it isn’t Ella’s scent. Throwing on a pair of sweats, I sit

away ev ery stressful moment from today,

gaze at her make up-free face. She’s always been very pretty but she has grown into a very beautiful young woman, and I am the lucky son of a bitch that gets to call her mine, “How was yours,

“It was horrible.”

something bad had

boyfriend left me yesterday and now I

once more and chuckle, “Jesus, Ella, you can’t do that to me!

is bad! Don’t you think

do, but still… don’t ever do that to me again

to do anything for you? Do you need me to strip?” She asks tilting her

what I want right now, “No, I want

the old days when we would talk for hours at

day at both her jobs, and about some of the cranky