The Love of My Bully

Drake walked away. There was no reason for him to listen to him.

Why do you want to see her? You’ve got to let her go.

He had to make sure she was okay. He didn’t like not seeing her for the rest of the day at school. He’d be able to let her go just so long as she stuck around and he got a chance to just look at her, even for only a second, maybe a little more.

You’re going insane.

After walking to his car, he climbed behind the wheel, watching Sean. He didn’t like the bastard but right now, he was his only chance of finding out if Pru was okay.

Just go and see her.

He didn’t care what his parents said. He had to go and talk to her.

Turning his key in the ignition, he started his car, pulled out of the school parking lot, and headed toward Pru’s house. It didn’t take him long and most of the journey was a blur. He parked in front of her house. There was no car in the driveway. He went up to her house and knocked on the front door.

No one answered, so he knocked again.

When he was about to knock for a third time, Pru’s mother opened the door.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Is Pru home?”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here. You’ve got to leave,” she said.

“Not going to happen. I need to know Pru’s okay. I know you don’t like me and I accept that, but I need to see her.” He looked at her mother, hoping his pleading didn’t fall on deaf ears. He wasn’t used to begging. Everyone jumped when he gave an order and he missed that right now.

“If Pru wants to talk to you, she will. Come in. I don’t want the neighbors getting any ideas, and you better tell your parents that I didn’t want you here,” she said.

He stepped into the house., surrounded by warmth, which was the complete opposite of his own home.

“Pru, someone’s here to see you.”

He waited at the bottom of the stairs and when she arrived, she paused. At first, she didn’t make a move, then slowly, she walked downstairs until she was at the bottom.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, arms folded.

“I wanted to see you. You weren’t in school.”

“Drake, you have no right to care. Not anymore.”

“I know. I know. There’s no way for me to make this up to you, and I’m sorry about that.”

“Drake, go home,” she said.

He captured her arm as she went to walk away. He didn’t want her to turn her back on him, not now. “I know right now you’re hating me, and I accept that, but you have to know I don’t want to do this.”

She looked down at his arm and he let her go. “I know, but this is the way it’s going to have to be. I’m not going to mope after you. I’m moving on. There’s no point in us dwelling on what could be.”

She wasn’t crying or upset. She looked bored.

“What’s going on right now, Pru?”

She laughed. “Seriously? I agree with you and you don’t like it? A girl cannot win with you, Drake. Don’t you have like an entire flock of girls waiting to please you?”

Drake didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And you didn’t hurt me. Honestly, I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m not going anywhere. There’s no reason for me to.” She clapped her hands together. “Is that it? Is that all you came here to do? To see if I was fine?”

He wanted to shake her. “You were upset today after I said it was over.”

“I was, but now I see so clearly now. You can leave.”

“Pru, be real with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want me to do here, Drake? You want me to scream at you? Tell you how wrong you are for pushing me away?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you figured out what it is you do want. It can’t be me, remember? I’m not good enough in your parents’ eyes and to be frank, I don’t want to be good enough for them. I was never with you because of your position or your wealth. I couldn’t give a damn about either of them. Money makes the world go round but it’s not what life is about. You made your choice. Stick with it, and I’ll stick with what I know.” She moved toward the door. “You really should go. I don’t know who’s watching us and I don’t want to be called a whore again.”

“You and I both know you’re not a whore.”

She sighed. “What is this, exactly? Do you feel guilty for how you ended it? I thought the old Drake was back?”