The Love of My Bully

“Why would anything be wrong with you?” She stroked one of the flower’s petals as she watched him.

Every now and then, Drake would glance in her direction but not for too long. “I’ve rarely hung out with them the past couple of weeks. I keep blowing them off and normally, I party and fuck around.”

“Do you want to party? Mess around?”

“No, I don’t. That’s it. Don’t you think that’s fucked up? It’s what I’m used to.”

She chuckled.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing. I just wonder if you always enjoyed partying and fucking around, or if it was just easier for you.”

“Easier how?”

“No one else expected anything from you, and you just dealt with whatever they threw at you, you know?”

“I … I honestly don’t know how to answer that.”

She smiled. “It’s not supposed to be a hard question. You don’t even have to answer.”

“But the truth is I have no idea. I mean, I love to party. I can make people do whatever the hell I want, and that’s fucking fun.” He laughed.

“Cool.” Now she didn’t know what to say. This was awkward.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Drake, you don’t have to pretend with me, or try to say things that you think will make me feel better. Be honest with yourself, not with me.”

“I haven’t enjoyed hanging out with the guys for a long time. How’s that for honesty?” he asked.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t trust their bullshit anymore. They’re only around because I’m rich.”

“I doubt that.”

“You don’t know them. They laugh at whatever I do. They don’t call me on my shit. I could be beating the crap out of someone and because they’re afraid of me, they won’t say anything.”

“Do you really want them to say anything to you at all?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“They’re your friends and you’re not the easiest guy to get to know or get along with. From day one, you’ve had a hatred for me. I’ve seen your anger. I’ve been on the receiving end of it so many times. I don’t think you should expect them to want to get in the way of that. I don’t know what you’re like around them. Only what you’ve been like around me, and trust me, there were times you did scare me.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know how far you’d go. The hatred you had, it was scary.”

He took her hand. “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry. Not tonight. I don’t know why I even asked about this. I want tonight to just go well.”

“You sound nervous, Drake.”

“I am. This is the first date I’ve ever been on.”

“I still find that hard to believe.”

“Well, believe it. Also, I’m the one that has done all the organizing here. Remember that.”

“I won’t forget it. I love the rose and you said I looked beautiful. Of course you also referred to sex but I’m not going to hold that against you. I promise.” She gave his hand a squeeze before letting him go.

“Let me get this out of the way. How’s the pussy?”

“Sean is doing really well but I would appreciate it if you didn’t think of him as the pussy. He’s got a name and he’s really nice when you get to know him.”

“You see, that’s where you and I will always have differing opinions. I see Sean for what he really is.”

“Really? You think you know my best friend more than I do?” she asked.

“Sweetheart, you know the Sean he gives you. The fake little show he puts on for you. Believe me, I’m a guy and I’ve seen the real dude hiding underneath, and he’s not pretty.”

She turned to look at him to see if he was lying.

There didn’t seem to be any lies or any indication he was trying to tell her fake truths. “You really think so?”

“I know so. It’s why I make sure to keep Sean in my line of sight. There’s nothing worse than having an enemy who can strike out and you don’t see them coming.”

“Is that how you see the world? People are only out for what they can get? No one is genuine anymore?”

“You don’t know guys. You’re a freaking virgin, for crying out loud. Sean is like every single other guy.”

“He’s not.”

“Yes, he is. I bet he goes to bed at night with his dick in his hand. He probably thinks about you as well. Comes all over himself thinking about you riding his precious dick.”

“You’re disgusting.” She didn’t want to hear this.

“Look, you don’t like the truth, and that’s fine. I really couldn’t give a shit. You want to believe he’s above everyone else in the scheme of things. He’s a teenage boy. I’d be surprised if he hasn’t already gone and seen a whore to take care of his problem.”

She closed her eyes. “I want you to take me home.”