Talk to him

"Why thank you!" I say, flashing him a smile.

Fuck, why did I do that? He's bullying my son, I need to be less friendly!

I step inside, and I can feel him staring at my ass when I do. Maybe wearing a tight dress wasn't the best idea after all. Either way, I can't leave now. I turn around and am about to say something, when he speaks up.

"Hear, follow me to the living room. We can sit and talk there." he says, walking to the living room.

I follow him of course, unaware of what else to do. He leads me to a big room with couches and sits on one. I sit on one across from him and get comfortable.

"So, what did you come to talk about?" he asks.

"Well," I start "My son has been coming home a lot recently complaining about you. And I came to talk to your parents about it but they're not here, so..." I say, trailing off.

"You decided to talk to me because of that?" he asks.

"Yeah." I answer.

He leans back in the couch, and I swear, I think he's flexing a little bit to try and show off.

"And who is your son?" he asks me.

Since he's asking that, does that mean he bullies other kids too? Whatever, that doesn't concern me.

"Michael. My son is Michael." I answer.

"Oh! That little-" he says, catching himself. "Huh... Didn't expect his mom to be hot as hell." he says, chuckling.

This catches me off guard. I knew he was staring at my ass when I walked in, but to just come out and say that is something I wasn't expecting.

"Excuse me?" I ask, trying to sound like I wasn't surprised.

"What?" he asks, smirking. "You're hot. Sexy. You know, all of that." he says.

"That's rather impolite to say!" I say, trying to sound authoritative.

"Feisty too. I like that." he says.

Just like Michael said, he doesn't care about anything. I try to brush his compliments off, but it does feel rather nice coming from someone that good looking.

"Look, that's not why I'm here. Why are you bullying my son?" I ask.

He laughs at this.

"Because he's a dick. And a wimp." he flatly says.

"What? How's he a dick? Michael is as sweet as possible!" I say.

Chase starts to laugh even more at this.

"Does he seriously have you thinking that?" he says through the laughter.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"He acts like he's hot shit and tries to push everyone around. It's his own damn fault that he's getting bullied." he says.

"And how does he act like he's hot shit?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Oh God, don't even get me started!" he says, laughing again. "He never shuts up in class, he talks back to anyone and everyone, and he tries to start fights with literally anyone bigger than him to prove himself or whatever." he tells me.

I don't want to believe any of what he said, but I've noticed it some myself. While he doesn't talk back to me or his father, he does have a bit of a Napoleon Complex. He's a little shorter than average, but he seems to think it's the end of the world for some reason.

"Alright, well even if all that is true," I say, not doubting him anymore "Could you please stop bullying him so much? He comes home complaining about it a lot." I say, not realizing that I sound like I'm begging.

Chase notices this, and leans back and smirks. Shit, I think he's gonna try and take control now.

"How badly do you want me to stop?" he asks, smirking even more now.