If someone were to ask you to get rid of one thing for good, your answer would probably be bullying at this moment.

The laughs of the cruel bullies, leaving you sitting in the water of the lake. It became a common and closeted thing.

The abuse, rude remarks, degradation, and snarky comments. It’s become normal, too normal for your own good. Soaked and exhausted, you admit defeat and stay at shore.

Nearby footsteps echoed through your ears before you look to see Luke walking closer with a confused contoured look.

The two of you never established a friendship, or any -ship for that matter. So seeing him concerned was confusing.

Usually he would flash you a quick smile or even the occasional Hello. Friendly over all but right now he looked too worried for his own good.

With a frown, he stood in front of you with a hand reached out to help. “Were they bothering you?” He asked curiously, his jaw flexing slightly at the thought of it all.