80s Bully Novels & Stories

“Stupid old woman. They don’t look where they are going” Emelda kept her cool for some time until she couldn’t endure it. Why would he call her a stupid woman? She knew she was old enough to be his grandmother. What if she had looked but didn’t see them coming, or had an eye problem and couldn’t have seen anything from afar? What if? She asked him. “I am sorry. I agree with you,” Donald said. Emelda had been learning his temperament but it seemed the more she learned the cloudier it got. He could be apologetic sometimes, she agreed, but it didn’t make him less of a bully; and it never meant he wouldn’t repeat it next time.

All I do is to shake my head at the naughty nature of Nolan. “ You are always teasing the girl any minute that you get . " Jed goes on to say. I gaze in between the two boys for the first time feeling protected . I had no idea that again the best friend of my bully would be the one protecting me from the bully himself. “ What you do if at all what you do to he was done to your little sister one day when she gets to High school or college. "Jed goes to tell his friend. “No way , nothing like that would happen to my little sister. I swear I would kill any one whom I would I get bullying her " Nolan replies in a serious note.

He laughed. “Carter, if defending someone who’s been bullied costs you popularity…” He shrugged. “Sounds like the popularity wasn’t worth much.” I stared at him. For weeks— Months— I’d been terrified that choosing Ella meant giving something up. My reputation. My image. The version of myself everyone expected. Coach smiled again. “The funny thing is…” He pointed toward the field where a few younger players were watching us curiously. “They’re watching you more closely now than they ever did before.”

He said nothing. "We are not friends," I said. "I know that. We have never been friends and I have never asked you to be anything other than what you are. But I am a person. I am a human being who was scared and asking for help and you saw it and you chose to do nothing." My throat was tightening and I pushed through it. "Six months you have bullied me. Six months of this school and this house and every corridor and every hallway and I took it because I thought there was a version of you that had some line somewhere. Something you wouldn't cross." His jaw was tight. He was looking at me and not looking away and I couldn't read his expression and right now I didn't want to.

"Sweetie, are you sure you're ready to go back today? You could take another day to…” "I'm fine, Mom," I interrupted, grabbing an apple from the counter. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I need to go." She studied my face for a while, then nodded. "Just remember, honey, sometimes the best response to bullies is to rise above them." Rise above them? If only she knew what I was really planning. —— Walking through the school hallways felt like running a gauntlet. Every step I took was accompanied by whispers that followed me like shadows.

Fuck… The bully looked at me from head to toe before smirking. "Huh, a newbie? Well, I didn't expect it to be you…" he said, approaching me. I stood silent and terrified, realizing his clothes were really branded. Double fuck! The bully cornered me against a table, before low-key chuckling. I hitched when he poked my breast and brought his mouth close to my ear, saying, "But you know, although you're ugly… You have big breasts. Why don't you let me suck and then I'll let you go…"

His lifestyle was extravagant, and he had no qualms about flaunting his wealth. "Freddie Hale… I mean, Freddie Warner was in my class back in middle school. I remember him well because back then, he was just a little punk who often teamed up with outsiders to bully other students. Here's our middle school graduation photo."

She always does. Moving means another school and having to adjust and face maybe even worse bullying. I cried myself to sleep, refusing to eat dinner or even have breakfast before leaving the house the next morning. As soon as I arrived at school, something even worse spoiled my mood. Jace Carter. The school’s hottest jock and the nation’s golden boy. At the age of sixteen, he managed to get into the national hockey team and is barely around for classes. In sophomore year, he had called me “spear-chucker” in front of the entire cafeteria because I bought dumplings for lunch.

Until I saw a familiar pair of eyes and the spark in my eyes hid behind my soul. His laugh was loud, the same laughter that rang out each time he and his athletic friends would douse my head in toilet water. Each time they wrote, 'fag' on the locker doors. I froze. Gigi turned towards me, she hadn't seen him yet. "Z?" She asked, "is everything okay?" I didn’t answer. Because there he was. Staring back at me, recognition and amusement flaring in his eyes. It was Ryder Summers, the bully in my high school. In the flesh. Leaner, maybe taller, definitely still just as cocky.

Her kids should be kept away from those bad-bellies groups of people. "Did she bully you mum?"Tim asked further. He would get even with her or anyone who dares to bully his mother. " I didn't give her a chance to bully me darling" Theresa Mo answered and smiled. He is so caring as if he's a big brother to her. " If anyone tries to Bully you in the future, let me know. I will get even with the person and deal with him or her" Tim declared. " Yes, Tim and I will deal with that person so that he or she will know he has bullied the wrong person. I will use the Mafia way of fighting to pluck off the person's ears"Lee Mo declared and his palm clenched into a fist.