The School Bully (Skye Pilot & Lilytania)

[Skye Pilot]

Jameson had grown up just a few doors down from her. All through their younger years, they had been friends. They had played tag in his yard, and had played hide and seek at her house. All through their grade school years, they seemed almost inseparable, doing anything and everything they could together. Helping out each other with homework, sitting together at lunch, spending all the time the could with each other. It seemed their friendship would last through their lives, never ending, never waning. Children grow up, and eventually, differences were found. Around 6th grade, Jameson started becoming more distant, spending less time with her, and spending more time with a different group of friends. As time went on, he made every effort to exclude her from the group, diminishing her to a lower standard. On the few occasions they had school projects to do as a group, Jameson would ignore her completely if she was stuck in his group, only acknowledging her when absolutely necessary.

Once High School started, things between them only got worse. Jameson took every opportunity he could to tease her, to torment, and to make her life difficult. Any remaining ties they had from their early years he had cut off with a sharp blade. Jameson knocked books out of her hands when she was carrying a heavy stack, or would push her into the lockers in the hallway when he passed by her on the way to class. He would taunt her endlessly, calling her nasty names, usually in front of a group of his friends to witness the event.

A few weeks into their senior year, Jameson was on his way to his locker after an exceptionally bad day at school. He had flunked a math test, setting him back father than he knew his parents would like. School had been let out for the day some time ago, and he had been held behind by one of his teachers for another talk about his performance. Midterms were right around the corner, and the way things were going, Jameson would just barely pass them, if at all. He strolled through the locker bays almost alone, the only other soul left behind being the janitor, vacuuming the nearly vacant hallways. Getting his backpack and books from his locker, he slammed the door shut with a loud metallic thud. Fuming to himself, he started his way out of the school, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

Almost to the front doors, he kicked at a folded piece of paper that happened to be underfoot. It moved a bit, then found its way into his path again, giving it another kick. The paper danced about the floor once more, then landed in front of him again. With a scowl, Jameson picked it up, and unfolded the paper. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it had been penned by her. Reading through the note, his hands started to tremble just slightly, a sadistic joy overcoming his days sorrow. She would be home all weekend by herself, no parents around to interfere... now would be the perfect time to really torture her.

Quickly, Jameson ran home, dumping the contents of his backpack out on the floor in his room. He repacked it with a few supplies... rope, handcuffs, a lighter, and a few other things, along with a sheath knife he clipped to his belt. Dashing out of his house, he ran the few blocks to her place, drips of sweat running down his temples from pure anticipation. With any luck, he would be able to take out his rage on someone... and who better else than her? Coming around the final turn to her house, Jameson was just in time to see her take the mail from the mailbox, walking up to the front door. With all the stealth he could find, he hid in and out of the neighbors bushes and shrubs, undetected. After seeing her walk into her house with a pile of mail in hand, he made his way to her yard, hiding behind another shrub. Knowing he only had one chance to pull this off, he rang the doorbell and hid, waiting for her to answer. As soon as she turned her back on him, she would be all his own to do with as he pleased.

 

[Lilytania]

Arianna had never understood what separated her and Jameson. She thought maybe it was their personalities, the ones that had become more apparent as they grew older. While he hung out with his own group of friends, the troublemakers and the no goods, she was with her study group. While he was flunking out of math, she was getting the best scores the teacher had seen on the tests. She was in all the advanced placement and honors courses she could be in, and she was having a relatively easy time with it.

She couldn't say that his constant taunts, teases, and bullying didn't get to her. Sometimes he got her so mad that she would storm off with angry tears brimming her eyes. She never retaliated, and tried to never let him know how mad he got her. Whenever one of his new rumors would circulate, she knew, because suddenly her table was the empty one. She sometimes wondered if he sat alone at night and plotted what he'd do to her the next day.

So, after another long day of getting her books knocked out of her hands, getting called names, and sitting alone, she trudged home. Her wavy red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore jeans and a green blouse, and her emerald eyes were only decorated with eyeliner and mascara. She was ready to be done with this year, ready to get away to some private college where he couldn't bother her.

She got home, knowing the house was empty. Picking up the mail from her mailbox, she dumped the mail on the counter and began to head toward her room, when she heard the doorbell ring. The girl sighed, dropping her bag on the stairs and trudging back to go answer the door. She opened it up, finding no one there. She shrugged and turned around, ready to head back inside.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Jameson watched silently in the bushes, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation, adrenaline surging through his body. As she turned away, he watched her cute little ass go back inside, along with Arianna’s luscious curly hair bouncing ever so sweetly, tied back in the cutest of pony tails. . He was ready to pounce the moment she checked the door, but he had to wait until Arianna turned away. With the front door closing, Jameson rushed up, and into the house, a hand upon his sheathed knife. Quicker than he even knew, he was inside, the unsuspecting girl right in front of him, her back facing him.

Without a thought, Jameson came up behind Arianna, his left arm wrapping around her slender waist, pulling her body close to his own. His right hand pulled out the knife quickly, holding the blade against her throat. Tugging the girl close to his body with his left arm, Jameson whispered into her ear. “Hello, Arianna...” Taking a moment to savor the scent of her hair, he continued on. “Welcome home...” he said in a deep tone, knowing he clearly had advantage in the situation.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jameson told her, even though he was lying. “I just thought that since you would be by yourself this weekend, we could have a little fun,” He happily teased, chuckling too. “If you just do as I say, I won’t hurt you,” Jameson lied again. “But if you want to struggle, and make it harder on yourself, go right ahead,” Jameson knew she could hold her own in a fight. He had seen her defend herself verbally and physically at school. When it came down to it though , Jameson was almost hoping she wouldn’t give right in to his demand. He wanted her to struggle, and get away. The more Arianna resisted him, the worse things would get for her.

 

[Lilytania]

Arianna gasped when she felt someone come up behind her. She opened her mouth to scream, before she felt the blade at her slender throat. She lifted her chin, afraid to move for fear that she would set him off. Whoever it was, he had a tight grip on her body. She felt his left arm around her waist, holding her still. She had her fingers wrapped around his right wrist, hoping to pull the blade a little farther from her delicate throat. She listened to the voice, tensing when she recognized it. "Jameson?" she said, her voice showing her confusion. She tensed when she felt his nose burying in her hair.

Arianna's fingers tensed on Jameson's wrist. She could feel him starting to relax when she didn't struggle. She immediately pushed his arm away, twisting it around and starting to sprint toward the stairs. She grabbed her bag quickly and ran, taking the steps two at a time and running to her room. She slammed the door shut, leaning against the door as she dug through her bag for her phone, trying to find it and call someone before Jameson could get to her. She didn't wish to know what he had in mind. She was alone, and he knew it was for the weekend. He seemed to hate her, and she knew he probably had many things in mind that she would object to ten times over.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Jameson was amazed at how quickly his potential victim moved. Arianna didn’t even take the time to take his request into consideration. He had felt her small fingers on his wrist, but before he had even known what had happed, his hand was ripped away from her throat, and the girl was dashing quickly up the stairs. Jameson was a little stunned at how fast it had all happened. He thought he had the upper card, but clearly, he had underestimated his prey. Jameson had warned her though, and in the end, she was only making things worse for herself. “Come back here!” he yelled out loudly, once she was halfway up the stairs, even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

Slipping the knife back into the sheath clipped on his belt, Jameson ran up the stairs after the sweet Arianna. He gained ground rather quickly, almost able to shove his foot between the door and frame when she slammed it shut. Jameson was just a few seconds too late. Letting out a loud sound of frustration, he pounded hard on the door three times with his fist, demanding that she open up. Of course, Arianna would not let the intruder in.

With a huff, Jameson looked around for anything he could use to break the door down. Not finding anything nearby, he shook his head. He then started to ram the door with his left shoulder. Even on the first run, he had mad progress. The wooden door had cracked slightly, along with the frame. Within half a dozen attempts, the door gave way, swinging open. The moment he saw the pretty young girl, fumbling with her phone, he knocked it out of her hand. “Oh, I don’t think so,” Jameson proclaimed, before stomping on the device, hearing the plastic crack under his heel.

Grabbing Ariann’s right wrist, he twirled the young girl around, her back towards him. Jameson forced her to bend down over her bed, her face mashed into the covers, while he continued to twist her arm painfully, nearly popping it out of the socket. His other hand was placed between her shoulder blades, pinning the girl down. “I thought we could play nice, like we used too, so many years ago,” Jameson told Arianna, his crotch rubbing up against her bent over backside. “I gave you a choice...” he reminded her. “You’re only making things worse on yourself,” Jameson told her, twisting her arm even more painfully.

 

[Lilytania]

Arianna gave a sharp cry when she felt the door jerk as he rammed into it. She leaned her weight into it, but as she heard the door frame splintering, she backed up, not wishing to get run over by a male much larger than she was. She dug through her bag, desperately trying to find her phone. She got it out as he came in, and he didn't delay in getting out of her hands. The girl winced when she heard the plastic crack. There went that. They didn't have a home phone. If she wanted help, she'd have to scream as loudly as she could and hope that her voice penetrated the insulated walls of the house.

She cried out when he twisted her arm behind her back. She felt his strength, and he shoved her down on the bed. She grunted and began to struggle, crying out with protest at the pain when he kept pulling on her arm. "Stop!" she cried. "You're hurting me!" She gritted her teeth, feeling his crotch up against her butt. She shook her head. "Jameson! I don't understand! I never did anything to you, and you just randomly decided to start going after me!" She tried to kick him, her leg pushing between his and trying to at least get him in the butt or legs, if not a more important place. She didn't understand why he seemed to hate her so much. "Jameson! Don't do this!" She yelped when he twisted her arm even more, bringing tears to her eyes.

 

[Skye Pilot]

After Jameson broke through the door, busting into Arianna’s room, he knew already he was that much closer to having his way with her. Jameson had dreamed of this day for so long. Now, he was able to turn his dreams into reality. He didn’t care if Arianna wanted anything to do with him. In the end, Jameson would have his way with her.

In a matter of seconds, her phone was destroyed, and then Arianna was pinned down against her own bed, struggling against the sheets she had spent so many peaceful nights resting upon. Jameson relished her cries of pain while he twisted her arm, biting his lower lip with pleasure while he heard the girl cry out. Really, there was no where for her to go. He was the predator, she was his prey. Struggle as she might, it was all useless. In the end, he would relent.

With Arianna’s arm being pulled on, along with his hand on her back, Jameson listened to her cries of protest. Indeed, it was true, she had never provoked him. He had always sought her out, to make her life hell in any way possible. Arianna had done nothing to him, while he saw fit to torment her relentlessly for no apparent reason, other than to just be mean.

Jameson did his best to avoid the kicks Arianna presented, after he pinned her down onto the bed. Even though he tried his best to avoid them, several of the girls flails hit his legs and upper thighs, nearly making him recoil. Her verbal protests meant nothing, regardless of how much he might be hurting the teenager. Hearing the pain in her voice, and knowing that tears were welling in her eyes, Arianna made a lucky strike.

Just as he thought he had the girl in his hands, so very suddenly, Jameson felt the heel of her foot go between hos legs. So far, he had been lucky to dodge all of her blows. Jameson let out a hard, painful grunt, stepping back, and needing to recover. Unfortunately, it gave Arianna the chance to escape, but she couldn’t run far. Biting his lower lip in severe pain, he was already plotting his revenge.