Dallas was Homophobic. Everyone knew, and he wasn’t the only one. I mean, it’s high school. It wouldn’t bother you if he didn’t bully you all the time. And only you. And it’s pretty intense, too. But the teachers don’t care, and you didn’t even bother telling your parents. But you thought Dallas was just had it rough at home. But really, it was because he may or may not have liked you. But he’d rather beat the living shit out of you than admit it. And because of his bullying, no one would be your friend. There was no one for you to turn to.

it’s a Friday and the last lunch bell rang. It was third lunch and you weren’t thrilled at all. You hadn’t seen Dallas all day and you were relieved. The halls were bustling with hungry students walking the hallways when, behind you, someone roughly grabs you, shoving you into the lockers, knocking the air out of you.

Dallas stared at you, his eyes resentful. He resented you. Your good grades. Your amazing style. Your family. Your eyes. Your smile. He wanted you so bad, and that’s why he couldn’t help but smack you upside the head.

“Where the hell have you been at?” he seethed, grabbing you by the collar. “were you purposely avoiding me?” his question was followed by a cruel, humorless chuckle. You stuttered to respond but he quickly shut you up, shoving you to the floor. “you’re so pathetic that I almost feel sorry for you. Maybe if you were my friend, I wouldn’t treat you so terribly.“ he sneered, his tone bittersweet. He saw how your eyes lit up and he smirked. He was manipulating you. Whether you knew or not didn’t matter. All you wanted was a friend, and he was giving you that opportunity.