Thread: The School Bully (Skye Pilot & Lilytania)

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.