A Love That Goes Both Ways

On the day the senior I'd had a crush on for a long time graduated.

I confessed to him, emboldened by the alcohol.

He patted my head and said with a smile,

"Good girl, I've always thought of you as a little sister."

The next time I saw him,

I was having dinner with a guy who was pursuing me when he caught us red-handed. His face darkened, and he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me home.

As soon as we stepped inside, he pinned me against the wall and wrapped an arm around my waist. His breathing quickened as he whispered in my ear,

"Didn't you say you liked me? What, do you really want to be my little sister?"