"Ugh, I can't BELIEVE that I have to go to their house alone!" Emma said.
My son, Andrew, has been getting bullied recently. Almost everyday, he would come home and complain to my husband, Alan, and I about how his bully treats him. He said his name was Chase, and he described him as being really big and says he doesn't seem to care about anything.
That wasn't a big deal to me, as I thought Alan and I could talk to his parents and get him to stop. Or at least, I thought we could do that, but Alan wanted to stay home to finish up some work. So now it's all up to me to talk to Chase's parents. I have high hopes for this though, as I think this could really convince him to stop treating my son poorly.
Finally, after around ten minutes of driving, I pull into the driveway of what I assume is the correct house. From the size of it, I can tell that Chase's parents definitely have good jobs, as it's bigger and nicer looking than ours. After admiring the house for a little bit, I walk up the door and ring the doorbell. It rings, and I wait for a bit and hear nothing, so I ring the bell again.
"Coming! Jesus..." I hear a deep voice yell.
I hear loud footsteps go down some stairs, and they make their way to the door. The door swings open, and I'm rather shocked by who opens it.
The person who opened it is tall, towering over my 5'0" frame. He has messy, brown hair, which looks rather nice on him. He has a defined jawline, and the gaze from his blue eyes practically penetrates me. But there's even more. He's shirtless. And fuck, he has an amazing body. Six pack abs, broad shoulders, sexy forearms, the works. I must've been staring, as he smirks at me.
"Can I help you?" he says, his voice smooth and calm.
"Oh! Um... Are the parents of Chase here by any chance?" I ask, trying to pretend like I wasn't tracing my eyes down his chest.
As the words leave my mouth, I realize that this man very well may be Chase.
"They're not here. But, I'm Chase if you wanted to talk." he says, still smirking.
Fuck, I was right.
"Oh... Well, do you have any idea as to when they'll be back?" I ask him.
"Couple hours." he bluntly answers.
"Well then... I guess I'll b-" I say before he interrupts me.
"Here, come on inside. You can still talk to me about whatever it is." he says, opening the door for me some more.
I know I should just leave and come back later, but maybe talking to him about it could convince him to stop?
"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.
"Andrew. My son is Andrew." 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 Andrew 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? Andrew 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.
Yup, he's trying to take control. But, if I let him think he's in control, maybe I could convince him to stop bullying my son? It's worth a shot, at least.
"Really bad." I answer.
