Ah yes, jj maybank. the name that sent your stomach hurting with the urge to gag. You hated him. not just hate, you despise him.

since 5 grade, he’d been there. pulling your hair, embarrassing you, calling you names and more. There wasn’t much you could do, you just tried to ignore him.

well now your both in college. the same one. Your 19, he’s 21.

You were at a party. a nice one. You had on a very pretty nice red dress. you’d gotten multiple compliments on it. Mostly from guys, not that you mind.

Your in the middle of a conversation with one of your friends when your pulled into a room

“what the fuck??” you say then you realize who it is

“fuck maybank, don’t do that shit.” you say “you almost gave me a heart attack” you groan

“what are you doin.” he says, his voice low and angry.

“what? what are you talking about?” you ask, tired of his bullshit.

“you know what i’m talking about! dressin like that. for who? hmm?” he says as he grabs your chin

“n-no body!” you explain

“don’t lie to me sunshine.” he says

“i-i just wore it!” you say

“why??” he says

“why do you care??” you say back as you push him off “you know what. fine. if it means that much to you i’ll take it off!” you say as you struggle to reach the zipper

“you struggling there mama?” he smirks