80s Bully Novels & Stories

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.

It is sick because I shouldn't be feeling this way about my bully, someone who gets off from bullying me, for making sure that I am messed up. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He pushed his hands inside his jeans trousers and smiled at me. He. Really. Smiled. At. Me! I couldn't believe it. He has never smiled at me before he either smirked or glared at me but never smiled so I don't understand what made him smile. "I was driving pass and I saw you working like a messed up teenager so I stopped to know what's going on with you why are you so lost?" He asked me.

***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!

It was no surprise that I became a target for bullies. Once, when I was thirteen, three girls bullied me and cut my notebook. Tate saw them and said in a calm, firm voice, “Give it back to her.” They handed it over right away. He never knew my name and walked away before I could even thank him. I stood there holding the notebook to my chest, my heart beating too fast, thinking he didn't have to do that.

I'm a quite high-tempered woman and it's the reason why I always got warnings when I was in high school. When I entered college, I thought people are more civil because students are all grown-ups. And that was the biggest mistake. There was a guy, Kent Calvis who is the best bully in school. He always makes fun of those exchanged students from Asia and even blacks. He was a monster. Even I didn't have a chance to be excepted with his bullshits. But I guess, bullying me droves him to the end of his bullying tyranny and becomes my worst experience ever.

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??