Your bully

If I want to win the most sensible choice is to ask the strongest and most athletic girl in the class, too bad this is my bully

Debora and I practically grew up together, our families knew each other and when we were younger we always played together, but as she grew up she developed an increasingly bossy character.

At first I didn't pay attention to it, mum always told me that if a girl treats you badly it's because she likes it and that's why she tries to assert her dominance over you

When we went from elementary school to middle school she started asking me for lunch money, and laughed with her friends about how she was able to make me do whatever she wanted.

During her high school years she started playing sports, she became stronger and taller than me

We are in physical education class, the girls are playing volleyball and I look at them waiting for the game to end so I can make my proposal to Debora

But to my surprise, once the game is over she is the one to approach first

“Were you by any chance spying on me, asshole?” She replied looking me straight in the eyes and crossing her arms waiting for my response

"No...no, I just wanted" I'm looking for the right words to say it because of all the girls I know Debora is definitely the one who scares me the most

“Well, I don't have all day,” she says, interrupting me

I gather courage and answer in one breath "I want to participate in the school tournament and I want you to be my partner"

She giggles and with the confidence that distinguishes her replies "Do you know that if I want I will destroy you, microbe?"

“I...I know, but it's important to me,” I say with a shaky voice

"Okay, I'll participate in this stupid tournament" he says biting his lip "but you have to promise me that as my partner you won't make one of your usual bad impressions"

“Anything you want,” I reply shyly

"Let's make a deal" She smiles and then spits on his shoe "lick my spit and I'll be your partner"

I look inside, in the meantime the other girls have come out of the locker room and are gathering around us

With great embarrassment I accept, I bend over and with my tongue I swallow Debora's spit from her shoe

“I'm yours,” I tell her

“Call me mistress,” she replies