80s Bully の小説・ストーリー

This one dates back to my high school days, at my after-prom. Before I get into detail, it's best I give a little bit of context. I would like to preface this by saying all those involved were 18+. My name is Finn, and at the time I was one of the few Asian students at a predominantly white school. As a result, I was particularly bullied because I was extremely short in high school. There was one specific asshole named Kevin that bullied the crap out of me.

He alone bothered some students from her class, the guys— forcing them to take off their clothes and do a photo shoot in their underwear. The others were in fact shocked to see him doing this alone without his gang. Most of the times, it was his friends whereas he would sit in his usual chair in the canteen toward the extreme corner and enjoy the game. However, today he has turned into a typical bully fussing around.

She muttered and Clarissa chuckled once more. "Everyone found him sweet but he was different with you. I guess he liked you a lot" she added. "Liked me? He definitely hated me, always ruining everything for me" Hazel groaned. "No more talks about him" Hazel closed the subject as she felt memories about him rushing into her head. He was her childhood bully. To others, he did not bully her, he was just a tease to her but Hazel considered it all nothing but bullying. He had traveled away about six years ago and she was still glad to the heavens for that favor.

In her formal school there was a girl that committed suicide and in her letter she made it clear that she couldn't take it anymore, the bullying was too much for her. Cath was never subjected to bully in school. She lived in the shadow and the fact that she drew Ace's attention made everything more worse for her. A black card student, another word for The Outcast. A tear roll down her cheek and her lips quivered. "Oh poor thing, you can't believe it right? Sometimes, beauty can't get you everything you wish for." A guy named Owen said and smirked. All of a sudden the whole class started making fun of her.

***Aries Almost 18 years later… When you thought of a bully, you probably thought of that boy who pushed you in mud at recess, ruining your new outfit. Or that girl that called you fat in the middle of biology and then told everyone you started your period in class. My tormentor… she did all those things. But well, she lived in the same house as me. Went to the same school as me. Was in the same grade as me. That’s what happened when your sibling… your triplet… shared in every stage of your life and was an absolute CUNT.

If I tell you to be a statue, you become marble! I broke completely as I ran out through the elevator, stumbling through the press and into the pouring rain. I walked through the streets under the cold icy rain. I didn’t care. My sandals splashed into deep puddles of mud. I could still hear my stepmother's voice telling me I was a burden and the echoes of the laughter of the girls back in high school who tripped me in the cafeteria. I was smart but I felt like a discarded toy. No one wanted me.

Finally, I tasted his cum as he shot his load in my mouth He pulled out with a grin and then I heard laughter. Some of Ashton’s buddies came out from the shadows and were cackling. “She really is a cock slut!” One of them said. “You look so good with dick in your mouth, baby. Do you want to suck me next?” Another wolf taunted as he grabbed his crotch. I stood up with tears in my eyes and ran out of the room. Ashton always bullied me, but I didn’t realize he’d be so cruel!

she clicked out the words slowly between her tongue as though I was a kid who couldn't comprehend her sentence. My ears blared out in denial, but before I could begin to say it to her, she spoke again blurring out my words. " And judging by the way he kept staring after you like a lost sheep throughout all the classes, I would say your bully is also in love with you " I stared at her dumbfounded. Ace likes me? * *

Lowey’s voice is soft. “They apologized for bullying me” my voice is hoarse. “I’m sorry-” “They all hit me” I blurted, “We’d get into physical fights all the time. I’d hit back sometimes. But they’d really rough me up "I rub my hands over my thighs. Then I wiped my eyes. “I told my moms that it was mutual. So they never worried about the bruises” “I’m so sorry honey” her voice is a soft whisper. “It feels good to get that out” I admit.

It just happens to some people around here. And I gave her the little letter back, that was how our conversation began back and forth. Some people?? what did they do? what did you do? Apparently, nothing. they just find it fun you know. It's no big deal. they just find it fun? do you mean they actually bully people around here? does he bully you? no. Is that the reason you don't want to be seen with me? because you're being bullied and afraid you'll taint my image??