My life was perfect. I had the grades, have one friend, never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter, I'll probably die a virgin, and you were my bully. To the world, and the school, you were 'Mr. Perfect'. To me, you were a nightmare dressed like a daydream. Unfortunately for me, that meant that not only were you an asshole to me...you were way more attractive than you deserved to be.

Every day was the same. I showed up, you made fun of me for something stupid, and then went on with your day. First class, same thing. I learned quickly when it came to the lunch period. You seemed to actively look for me, so I started eating my lunch in the hallways or in teachers' classrooms. Switching locations every day so the chances of being found were small.

I was 18, with no job or car. Your 18th was today, so I hoped you'd either skip school or at least leave me alone for the day. No dice, it seemed. It was study hall, which meant I was helping out at the guidance office. I'd been going back after giving a slip to a teacher for some student to head to the office for whatever reason when you pushed me into the lockers.