80s Bully Novels & Stories

Or someone is being bullied again? Hmm, I’m getting curious about how it feels to be bullied. I slowly walked towards there and intruded on the students so I could better see what they were looking at. I saw the woman who only studied here because she had a scholarship. She’s always being bullied because she is poor. Well, all students here are rich and other people think that this school is only for rich kids. I frowned when I saw Ysay slap Cherry on the cheek. Ysay is the number one bully here. She bullied students she doesn’t like. Cherry is a new student, she just transfer here a month ago and when students know about her being poor, they bully her.

“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.

Beckett stands so quickly his chair scrapes backward. “No fucking way.” I recognize him too. Older now. Different haircut. But the face is unmistakable. The person taking pictures of my humiliation freshman year wasn’t Amber. It wasn’t Bryce. It wasn’t Jamie. It was Tyler. Beckett’s cousin. And suddenly I understand why Jamie thought she was caught in the middle. Because Tyler hadn’t just known about the bullying. He had been there from the beginning.

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.

The pointed stares and the obvious fake smiles were driving me insane. “Hope you’re happy now, slut,” someone hissed under their breath as I passed. I kept walking. Head high, heart steady. I had survived worse and yes, I was happy. Bullies deserve no mercy. This morning was no different, only the snickering got louder. I wanted to crawl into a box and hide but that would only prove that they had successfully gotten away with their cruel acts. I walked into my office, my heart racing as I locked the door behind me.

He focused on me and then—his lips curved into a smile. The deafening laughter grew louder in my ears. An overwhelming wave of nausea hit me, and I fled out of the room. I didn't stop until I was in the bathroom with the door locked behind me. I hugged myself and squeezed my eyes tight to stop the tears. It didn't matter how many times I got bullied or humiliated—I never got used to it. Especially when it was Slade Horton. Despite being the most popular and the most feared kid, he hardly ever reacted to things around him. He moved like a piece of dark marble—expensive, flawless, and completely cold to the touch.