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stand all alone
    Confused and beaten down
    Will it ever end or am I forever bound?
    Peering into your cold evil eyes, I realize
    You’ll never stop
    You’ll never go away
    Your words
    Your hate
    How will I ever escape?
    Tell me, bully
    What would you do if you were me and I were you?

    You grip me once you’ve ensnared me
    Into your trap I fell
    Your words hurt and berate me
    Still I don’t know why you hate me
    Everyday you imprison me
    Within the walls of your anger
    Sad and alone
    Confused and beaten down
    Will it ever stop or am I forever bound?
    Looking into your cold angry eyes I realize... you’ll never stop
    You’ll never go away
    Your words
    Your hate
    They’re here to stay
    How do I escape you?
    Tell me Bully
    What would you do if you were me and I were you?

    It’s Monday morning and I have the awful task of facing everyone at school today, knowing they all know about what happened this weekend. I walk down the hallway and I hear the whispers, see the stares. I reach my locker, thankful that there aren’t any notes splayed across it.
    Without turning around, I know someone’s behind me. No, not someone. It’s him. I can feel his presence, the strange vibration between us.
    “Hey, Jessica. How are you feeling? Better than when I last saw you, I hope,” he says quietly.
    I can’t believe he’s standing here in the hallway in front of everyone talking to me.
    Is he crazy?
    Apparently he’s out of his ever-loving mind. If Elizabeth sees him talking to me, she’ll have a complete shit fit. I shut my locker and pull my notebook up into my chest. I do my best to avoid his eyes as I try to walk around him.
    “You’re going to make things worse if Elizabeth or Hailey or anyone, for that matter, sees you talking to me. Please, just go away. I’m thankful for what you did, but please don’t let them see you with me,” I say, low enough that only he can hear.
    I walk quickly toward class, and though I don’t look to confirm it, I can sense him keeping up beside me. God, he’s insane. Does he want me to get the shit beat out of me again?
    “What the hell are you doing, Jace?” I hiss as I meet his eyes. “Do you really want them to see?”
    “I told you, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’m not Elizabeth’s puppet like the rest of them.”
    I stop staring at him, confusion circling around in my mind. “What about the risk you’re putting me at? If they see me talking to you, they’ll go batshit crazy in two seconds flat,” I say, frowning.
    He lets out a chuckle, and my mouth drops open. “What? Are you really laughing at me right now?” I ask.
    He crosses his muscular arms across his chest and smiles at me.
    “Yes, yes I am, actually. What is batshit crazy exactly, Jessica? I’m curious to know,” he teases.
    He’s making fun of me, laughing at me. I cock my head to the side and glare at him. My anger gives way to confusion and—I can’t help it—a smile finds its way to my lips. I feel a blush tiptoe across my cheeks.
    This is a nightmare!
    I can’t stand in the hallway of the school and flirt with Jace Collins, boyfriend to my archenemy. This is a death wish in the making.
    “See, I made you smile! Don’t you feel better now? You can’t be mad at someone when they’re making you smile. It’s a fact!” His blue eyes glitter, and the white of his perfect teeth kills me. He’s so handsome, beautiful, actually. Not in a feminine way, but in a totally masculine, virile way.
    “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile. You should do it more often,” he says as he swaggers off in front of me.
    I can’t wipe the smile off my face the entire rest of the walk down the hallway. Dropping my head, I try to conceal my happiness. I pray that no one saw our little conversation take place. I think he’s right; this may be the first time I’ve ever had a reason to smile within the walls of this school. I make my way to first period English and sit in my regular seat