Thread: From Bully to Bitch!? | [ChromiumSparks and Aislashu]

Once Jace arrived to class, his teacher handed him a manila folder courtesy of some unknown sender, a furrowed eyebrow raised in curiosity, honestly who could be sending him letters? If anyone wanted anything from him a text message would have been sufficient, though this seemed to be from the school or some higher authority by the way it was stamped with OPEN IN PRIVATE . As if he truly cared what anyone really thought of his private business. Either way he tucked it under his arm and then walked over to his vacant seat. The class was mostly empty save for a few upperclassmen like himself, and the teacher droned on and on about subjects he cared little for. Time seemed to pass by faster as his eyes slowly lidded and he was practically sleeping with his eyes open, if that was even possible. After everything was said and done, and the bell rung Jace would find himself outside in the courtyard, this was essentially his free period, meaning he could pretty much walk around school grounds until lunch, and then back to his regularly timed schedule. As far as he knew he was alone for the most part, sitting at one of the few benches near the school garden, under a tree, trying to catch some shade from he sun. It was then that he pulled the manila folder out of his binder, and scoffing at the big stamp over it. He moved his thumb under the flap of the folder, slowing ripping it out from the base of the orange paper underneath. He then let whatever contents were inside slip out onto his lap, from that point, Jace could feel his heart skip a beat almost immediately. He began to talk to himself as he raised the photo in front of face, his eyes wide with some mixture of surprise and malcontent. What the fuck?This...this isn't me.. he murmured to himself. What type of sick fuck- he found himself staring at the lewd position, the cum he was drenched with, this was made with such expertise that Jace was nearly convinced that it was him, though he would definitely remember the feeling of having cum flow from his ass. No, he shuddered at the very thought of being some man's bitch, but this took things to a whole other level. He reached back into the manila folder to make sure there weren't more, but instead found a smaller piece a paper. A little note. Everyone has dirty little secrets. If you don't want everyone to see this..and everything else I have...come to the AV room. 'What the fuck is this? Some type of ransom note, fuck that, I'm not gonna let some motherfucker take control over me. He could feel his own dominance snapping in two at the thought of someone having such information on hand, it was fuck dumb to him, but for once brains won over brawn. Jace walked around campus at a frantic pace, trying to settle into the thought of being victimized like this. Who even knew him well enough to do this? Jace didn't even need to ask why, he already figured that it was someone he had done something to, he was notorious for racking up vengeance in those he bullied, problem was that there was so many victims to choose from, that in his own panic he could not discern anyone. The thought of being looked at differently by his own friends, perhaps being bullied himself, or driven out of the school by this is what was going to propel him towards the AV room, whether he liked it or not this person had a stranglehold on his life, and Jace would actually find himself groveling on the ground for this to stay hidden. There was no doubt in his mind that he was heterosexual, but nowadays anyone could find a reason or evidence to disregard that. The blonde was running out of options as he approached the room, his hand twisted the doorknob, he looked around hoping to find whomever was sabotaging him and possibly beat them so bad that they'd never even think about stepping foot on the same campus as him, but who knew just how many photos they had to spare. He had to come to grips with the situation, no matter what he did he was fucked either way. He walked into the AV Room looking a little guilty, and somewhat frazzled. He wanted to see their face, he wanted to envision the face he'd pummel into the ground once all of this was over, if it'd ever be over. He closed the door behind him and walked to the center of the room. His voice was breathy and frustrated. You might want to come out now, and fucking explain yourself.