Break Me To Love You

He used to pick on me on the playground in elementary school, kindergarten. I always thought it was because I was quiet and chose to keep to myself. I was too caught up in reading my books which any chance he got he would take them and rip them apart. It got so bad that before I could make it to the fifth grade, he ended up pushing me off of the slide one day, causing me to break my elbow. That was when my parents had, had enough and took me out of that school. We completely moved out of state to North Carolina and I was comfortable in a new school for a while- until my parents decided to move back to our small hometown of Georgia for dads work. I had to attend the local high school. I had come so far just to be forced to spend my last year of high school with “him.” I hoped so hard that he had forgotten all about me but he remembers exactly who I am. When we come face to face for the first time in seven years I’m so thoroughly agitated by his incredible, panty melting good looks it only makes me hate him more. He always seems to grin as if he knows exactly how hot he makes me too. Like he can read my soul through my eyes. I share almost every class with him too and I can’t believe how bad the cards that I have been dealt are. I have to suffer looking at his torturously beautiful face and body and it distracts me from the fact that I should be learning! Everyone flocks to him and of course he’s “a hot bad boy.” He seems to easily get himself out of any trouble he makes for himself and even has teachers securely wound around his pinky. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive my last year of high school and come out sane on the other side of it when I know he’s always watching me. I’m not sure if I'm gonna be able to keep trying to brush off his attempts to talk to me forever. He's extremely persistent… but I sure as hell am going to try my best. His bullying when I was little was completely unnecessary and I’ve never understood why he just couldn’t leave me alone…