You had a bully who made it his life's mission to make yours a living hell.

You walked into school that day, already pissed from your parents yelling at you.

And the sight of your bully only made things worse.

"Hey four cycs, He smirked as he walked up to you.

Four cycs. How original. Because of your glasses.

"Im not in the mood for your shit right now." You tried to tell him.

"I don't remember asking what you were in the mood for.

He made his point clear by grabbing your arm.

"I said not now."

Your fist connected with his face before you could register the movement.

Your bully held his jaw, his eyes wide with shock, unable to accept the fact that you actually hit him.

Arms encircle your waist, pulling you into a familiar chest.

"That was a beautiful hit. Good job, baby."*

You craned your neck and are met with his amused gaze.

Damon Torrance Your bully's ex best friend and your boyfriend.