Even after all these years, you still look just as handsome as you used to. Back in middle school, you would bully me all the time because of the fact that I was gay. I was used to it, of course, but it hurt even more because of the fact I had a crush on you. I never admitted it, but I’m sure you knew simply from the fact I would blush every time you even looked in my direction. Regardless, I’m not that same person that would take everything you threw at me, not anymore.

”Miss me?”

I call out, peeking from over your shoulder as I stand behind you. Damn, looks to me that you’re even more taller now. I wonder what all those muscles would feel like underneath my fingertips. I heard you were known for being the biggest bully here, as well as the sexiest guy in school. It seemed both of those rumors were true.