My Bully & My Bad Boy

Chapter 7: Lies

Ottilyn's P.O.V.

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"What the fu.ck is going on here?" Peirce asked from behind me.

Relief instantly flooded my body. It's not like we're friends, but after what happened upstairs... Pierce won't let Aaron drag me away anywhere.

Right?

"Ottilyn here bumped into me. She didn't want to apologize. So I told her she should make it up to me. Let me take her upstairs. Ya know," Aaron replied casually. "There's no problem with that... is there?"

My heart was thumping in my chest. This is when Pierce tells him 'fat chance' and to let me go. Even if he makes fun of me afterward. At least I'll-

"Take her then. Stop making a damn scene. Someone is gonna call the cops. Just 'cause Ottilyn is fat doesn't mean there aren't those feminist girls here. Chill out, will ya?" Pierce ranted.

My jaw dropped as Pierce walked past us. I kept my eyes on him, but he didn't look at me. Instead, Pierce just walked to the kitchen island and started to pour himself a drink.

"You heard him, let-"

"Since when the fu.ck was anyone else my keeper?" I snapped at Aaron. "I don't belong to anyone! Let me go right now!"

I started to thrash around again, trying to pull my arm free.

"For fu.ck's sake Aaron. Get her out of here! People are looking." Pierce gritted out.

"Get me out of here?!" I shrieked. "You're just going to let him... I mean, these guys, yeah, I get it. They hate me and their jerks, but you-"

"I what?" Pierce cut me off with a hard tone. "Do I not hate you? Am I not a jerk?"

I clamped my mouth shut, and Pierce stalked towards me. When he reached me, I kept my stance and my glare. Pierce smirked as he leaned down until his lips were by my ear.

"You think that what happened upstairs meant anything?" He whispered. "It was nothing. I'm drunk. You're drunk. That's all this is. Don't start crushing on me, Otter. I was horny and you were right there. That's all that it was. And I'm glad you ran out. I think I'd slit my wrists if I woke up in the morning next to you."

I ground my teeth, trying to hold my tears back.

I don't know why I'm surprised. Or hurt for that matter. This is Pierce Campbell we're talking about. I should have known the moment he asked me to stay with him that it was just a fu.cking joke.

All I am is a joke to them. To all of them. Just because I'm overweight and I'm poor. My life is already a joke without all of this. I already have a hard time without all of this.

I feel so stupid. I shouldn't have let Pierce get that close to me. I shouldn't have even come here. Who even crushes on their bully in the first place?

But... that was the first time anyone ever touched me like that. I liked it, and I hate to admit it, but I did feel special. That was why I ran away. Because feeling special is too foreign for me, and I freaked out.

"Wow, I can't believe you thought it was special-"

"I didn't," I gritted out, interrupting him. "Did you think I ran away because I liked it? Because I wanted it?"

"You would have kissed me back," Pierce stated angrily.

I pushed out a scoff.

"Did you really think I was into it?" I spat in the same tone that he used with me.

I doubt that my venomous words hurt Pierce the way his words hurt me. I just wanted to expel some of this anger. If they can all hurt me, then I can, at the very least, talk some sh.it back.

"Ha..." Pierce trailed off. "You're gonna regret that."

Before I could ask what Pierce meant by that, he pulled away from me. There was a grin spread across his face. We were all looking at him. Them, all wondering what the hell that was about, and me, wondering what he was about to do.

"Otter, just let me tell them. We already tease you as it is. What's a little more?" Pierce said.

I furrowed my brow.

"Huh?" I asked.

Pierce looked at me for a moment. Those light brown eyes turned hard, and I knew at that moment that I wasn't going to like this. Pierce turned to Aaron and the rest of the people staring.

"Little Otter here, was upstairs waiting for me in my room." Pierce announced, and my eyes bulged at the lie. "She might be a little drunk, but she was trying to seduce me. Little Otter ain't that innocent. She wanted me bad."

"What'd you do?" One of the guys asked.

Pierce gave him a look that said 'really dude?'.

"I told her to get lost, obviously. I don't want to sleep with someone that big. I mean, come on... Aaron's taking one for the team with this one," Pierce said with a laugh, pointing his thumb back at me. "This is the only time anyone will ever touch her."

Everyone around us snickered. Even the on-lookers. I felt my face heat up as people started whispering and pointing.

"Wow," Rachel said, shaking her head.

"How pathetic," Gianna giggled. "I can't believe she really thought that Pierce would sleep with her. Like ever."

"Maybe she's got mental problems we never knew about," Rachel suggested.

"Maybe she's just a desperate pig," Gianna replied. "I mean, look at her with all that makeup on. She looks like a pig dressed up for a drag show. She probably thought she looked so good."

Rachel laughed in response.

"So just take her," Pierce told Aaron. "It's gross, but if you're drunk enough..."

Pierce looked me up and down with the most disgusted look I'd ever seen from him. It made my bottom lip tremble, and I prayed that no one noticed. I was desperately trying not to cry.

When Pierce's light brown eyes met mine again, he hesitated. Once again, for a sliver of a second, I thought that Pierce would... Honestly, I'm not even sure, but I was wrong to hope for anything different anyway.

"Drunk enough to sleep with someone as gross as her... I mean, Otti isn't even like, a thick girl. She's straight up huge. I'm not even sure you could lift her, bro. I heard that big girls suck di.ck well though, but that they're lazy in bed." Pierce finished.

"Plus they smell," one guy said. "I slept with a thick chick one time, not as big as Ottilyn, but close. Was not a fan. It was gross. She jiggled in all the wrong places. Her moans were like she was out of breath. It was all around weird."

"We told you not to, Aaron," Gianna chimed in. "It's so not worth it. You can do better."

"Yeah, well, anyone can do better than a big bag of jiggly meat," Rachel snickered.

I just stared forward, not looking at anyone. My vision blurred, but no tears fell. I was thankful that I could at least hold it together. Everyone around is staring. This is so humiliating.

At least when they bully me at school, it's not on display like this. Sometimes there will be other students around, but mostly Pierce corners me somewhere in the school. I've never felt like... like I was on a stage before. Not like this. It's... worse. So much worse.

Who cares if I'm fat anyway? Who cares what I look like at all? It's my life. I just have... one more year left...

One more year...

One more year of this...

One more year of this torture, this bullying. One more year of being cornered constantly, of being teased and made fun everywhere I go. One more year of countless nights crying myself to sleep. Of nights at the diner where I'm forced to serve them before they skip out on the bill. One more year of Pierce and those light brown eyes. Of him... playing with me like this.

Can I really do another year of this?

"Yeah, you guys are right." Aaron said, finally letting go of my wrist.

I didn't even rub it as it throbbed. I just let my arm fall to my side. My mind is completely blank about what to do next. I can't stop thinking about how much worse next year is going to be.

"I'm just drunk and saw an opportunity, but fu.ck that," Aaron said. "Anyone seen Shelly? She'll fu.ck me."

With that, Aaron left in search of whoever Shelly is. His two friends followed him, but everyone else stayed behind. Those around us that were invested were waiting on their toes to see what would happen now. Pierce just stood a couple of feet in front of me, staring at me.

For the first time since Pierce made his stupid announcement that was total bullsh.it, I looked into his eyes. I was so... angry and sad and embarrassed and... hurt. Mostly, I'm just hurt.

Pierce's eyes widened slightly, and I wondered if he was surprised by the look in my eyes.

Usually, I'm complacent. I might spout an insult or two here and there, but mostly... I just take it. Rigt now... I want to explode. I want to scream and yell even though I have nothing to really say. I was surly about to make a fool of myself as I opened my mouth.

Right before the words were about to leave my lips, someone poured their drink on me.