Bully Mcguire Novels & Stories

Sarah whined and I nodded in agreement. It was true I mean... we were no longer 14 or 15 where we were bullied like no other. We're much older now and she hasn't matured, not one bit. It was honestly sad. It's getting old Kells. Who am I kidding? It was old. Suddenly a squeak brought me back reality when I saw Alexander McCann, one of the hottest guys in this school making his way inside the cafeteria.

But Maeve placed a hand on my shoulder and stared into my eyes. “Tyler is a mean-ass bully who doesn’t care about girls who aren’t on the cheer squad, or girls who don’t faint when he smiles at them,” she said softly but seriously. “You stood up to him at your house today. And if you ask me, that’s enough sign that you can show him—all of them that you’re not that easy to break.” The words stayed with me. I thought about them over and over that night as I lay in bed, replaying the look on his face when I called out his ego…and the way his throat had bobbed at the cinema.

…… I calmed down and looked into Eugene's furious eyes, shaking my head frantically. I tried to convince him that I hadn't orchestrated the bullying. Eugene bent down, pressing a burning cigarette onto my cheek, his smile sinister. "Sherlyn, your father is already waiting for you in hell." Chills ran down my spine, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. A suffocating ache welled up in my chest as if my internal organs were being sliced by sharp knives. "You killed Megan, and this is what you deserve. If you hadn't planned that bullying, Megan and I wouldn't be separated by death."

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.

I was just glad he was not hurt. “If it isn’t Hermione Anderson. Damn, you gained some good meat in all the right places.” He had his helmet off so I could see him clearly. Jamie Wilson. Or should I say James… My hell on Earth from Kimberly High. He was the bully that almost ruined my life if I did not ruin his first. If he wasn’t such a jerk to me just because of who my grandmother was, I probably would’ve dated him because he was drop dead gorgeous.

They can only do anything unless he tells them, so she is excited to hurt me as I am here, in their playroom. "I never thought your little cutie girl could be here, Damon?" Theodore Brown walks in, looking at me like I am just a dirt and walks to the other side of the room, still staring at me. He is our pack's Gamma's son, one who doesn't initiate bullying anyone but when he starts, they are just considered dead because he is deadly among everyone in this room. He killed almost 4 people before and no one can recognize the dead people’s face because of the torture they went through by him. People call him a psychopath and I never even wanted to be in the same room as him, he is that scary.

In fact, I place both my hands on my waist as I stand at akimbo, ready to defend myself verbally. “We should leave the couple alone.” I hear a man say and many others agree. Soon, the entire room is empty except for the latest couple in the pack or whatever they call their community. We still continue our glaring contest. “Are you blind or just stupid? Couldn't you see I was having a meeting?” He yells but I am not fazed by his yelling. Instead, I take a step closer and yell back. “Are you a psychopath or just a bully? Don't you know I am my own person with my own plans?” I ask him with the same vigour he uses.

I was still too weak. Moving in with my grandmother was amazing. I finally made a few friends and enjoyed the rest of my last year of high school. I had studied hard and gotten into college and I was about to be in my last year. I decided to transfer to the pack college for my last year, I was ready now to face my bully.

I shake my head at him, is this going to be a confession? "It happened when we were in junior high school." We? Is this about me? I'm more than curious to know now. "There is this boy that used to hang out around you, and collect money and other stuff from you..." Of course, I remember that. Stanley used to be my biggest bully, but thankfully he suddenly left just before our senior year. Wait... Does Pierce have anything to do with it? "Well, one day, my parents travelled, so I invited him over to our house, and I beat him to a pulp and smashed his head with a baseball bat."

We were surrounded. Mace Evans was the school's 'bully', except, he only bullied us. Two poor girls growing up in a broken background pulled into a world of rich kids with daddies who throw hundred dollar bills at them when they're depressed. He was tall and fat and reeked of pizza rolls. His hair was to his shoulder, un-kept and greasy. Mace was as pale as a ghost and sweated buckets even when he was simply standing. A slap rings me out of my inner thoughts and I gasp for air as my palms hit the ground, causing an electric shock. Two of his friends grabbed Danielle and began dragging her away screaming. I tried to stand and reach for her but Mace pushed me back onto the floor.