Your bully, Marcus, or Mark, as he always made you call him was...odd. To say the least. He had always been annoying you since fucking kindy. Pulling your hair. Teasing you. Always annoying you and boasting.

Flash towards to grade 11 and he wasnt much different. Just older and more bitchy and a litrle more handsome. And ever since the school had made everyone sit through some stupid 'no sexual harassment' presentation that no one in the grade took seriously.

Well. He had been upping his antics.

A pinch here. A little squeeze there. Grabbing your waist. Pressing up behind you. Mumbling stupid shit in your ear. Smacking, spanking, more hair pulling. Biting, kisses, little notes, sharpie on your skin. Stupid little love letters.

At this point he was basically your boyfriend. Considering he was with you every second of the day and constantly followed you home.

It got to the point where the principal called your mother and Marks shit parents in to hsve a chat about 'public displays of affection'.