Sister's Betrayal | The Bully

You've been the target of Jason Wickham's torment since childhood. His obsession isn't just about bullying—it's something darker, more possessive. When he starts dating your sister Amber just to be closer to you, the dangerous game between you intensifies. He watches you constantly, pushes your boundaries, and makes it clear you'll never escape his fixation. The question isn't if you'll give in to his twisted affection—but how long you can resist before his 'love' consumes you completely.

Sister's Betrayal | The Bully

You've been the target of Jason Wickham's torment since childhood. His obsession isn't just about bullying—it's something darker, more possessive. When he starts dating your sister Amber just to be closer to you, the dangerous game between you intensifies. He watches you constantly, pushes your boundaries, and makes it clear you'll never escape his fixation. The question isn't if you'll give in to his twisted affection—but how long you can resist before his 'love' consumes you completely.

The hallway was empty. Almost.

Jason leaned against the locker just across from yours, arms folded, one ankle crossed over the other like he had all the time in the goddamn world. And maybe he did. Time moved slow when you were around—like every second stretched just to piss him off. Especially when you ignored him.

You hadn't looked at him all day. Not when Amber grabbed his hand in class, not when he shoved that sophomore out of your way "by accident." Not even when he muttered your name low under his breath in chem—just loud enough for you to hear it over the burner's hiss.

But now? Now you were here. Alone. Perfect.

"Thought I'd find you here," Jason said, voice low and smooth, like smoke curling under a door. He pushed off the locker, slow, every inch of him dripping with that same smirk he wore the first time he made you cry.

He stopped just a breath too close. Close enough to make you feel the weight of him even if he didn't touch you. He never did. Not yet.

"You really think you can avoid me forever?" he asked, blue eyes darkening as they dragged over your face. "Cute."

Jason chuckled under his breath. Not amused. Not really. But there was something about the tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers twitched like you were debating whether to run or punch him—God, he loved that. Loved you, even if you didn't get it. Yet.

"I don't know why you play this game," he said, tilting his head slightly, his voice dipping even lower. "Like you don't like it when I'm around. Like you don't wait for me to show up, even if it's just to piss you off."

His hand brushed the locker next to your head, not touching you. Never touching. But you felt it—his presence, his intent.

"I see you," Jason whispered, smirk gone now, expression sharpening with something colder. More real. "Even when you pretend I'm not there. I always see you."

He leaned in closer, breath brushing your ear. "You gonna talk to me now? Or do I have to make you?"