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.

evening isn’t my normal client, she’s one of Jude’s, so

I will not be fucking you. I have my own

as if that’s going to change my mind, “So does Master Jude, but he

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me this time, “Excuse me? What? Do you think that we are

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

wrong in your assumption, and I’m sorry, but you will not

and Domi nants both greeting me with respect, as they should. Un like, whatever the fuck her name is, Cindy or Cathy, or something or other, they know who and what we are here for regardless of whether or

At first, I think she’s just fucking off, but when I start to speak, she holds her finger up, indicating that

I will pass

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thank you for calling, have a

with a client and she’s wearing the new earpiece that the boss bought for her to use.

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

to call in and leave messages!”

I told you that I will pick up clients when the other Masters cannot come in or make their ses sion, but you can cross the one that I just had off the list for me. I

frowns and looks down at the appointment schedule, “Are you

her name

did she do

do you

Master Jude has been

well.”

he had me take her tonight.” | shake my head in disbelief, but chuckle, “Yeah, apparently, she thinks we are nothing but sex

her. It’s not like

throw my head back and laugh, “Oh, I’m going to

and visit when you are in

“You know I will.”

bring Ella back, maybe I can talk her into letting

try.” I say as I back out of the room

be so nice to be able to come home to her at the end of the day and not have to video chat with her. The house is dark as I make my way to my room in the basement, my parents are either having a date night or they are next door having drinks with the

I need to get the smell of other women off me. Even though I don’t fuck them, I still come home smelling of their perfumes and body washes, and it drives me crazy

voice melts away ev ery stressful moment from today, “Hey babe, how was

always been very pretty but she has grown into

“It was horrible.”

that something bad had happened, “What

me yesterday

and chuckle, “Jesus, Ella, you can’t do that to me! I thought something bad

bad! Don’t

still… don’t ever do that to me

need me to do anything for you? Do you need me to strip?”

naked, it’s not what I want right now,

re minds me of the old days when we would talk for hours at a time just after spending most of the day

me about her long day at both her jobs, and about some