Bully Mcguire Novels & Stories

I can tell he mocked me by saying 'that's 79 to 73' in his head but all I could do was spit out the blood that had pooled in my mouth, trying to keep back a glare. "If you're going to bully her, you better do it like that," Xavier says to Nickolas and I sat agape at his words. Whose side was he on? Xavier saw my reaction and laughed. Before lending me a hand and helping me up which I accepted with a scowl. I was so going to get him back for this. "You know who this is?" Xavier asked me while pointing at Nickolas. "Nickolas Secter. The popular guy at my school, my bully, and also the world's strongest new generation gang leader of the Skulls and Bones." I state which makes Nickolas' eyes wide

I pressed on and he sighed. “Alright… I uhm. I used to be a bully in school…” he said and I smiled. “Like the good bully or bad bully?” I asked, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “What the heck is good bully?” “The kind of one you do to someone who's so dumb..you know what I'm talking about right?” “Alright ... .I was a bad bully who almost killed a boy who was on scholarship in our school…And now the video was sent to me, not only that....I didn’t know someone would release it publicly,” Vincenzo continued, his voice low and tense.

"He's drunk, Mac. Let it go." "All's good. She's okay." At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding-I looked up-blinked twice-swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bully, he has to have what I like to call his ‘bitches’ back him up. I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude?

I grab the keys to my jeep and head uptown, not knowing exactly what I’m going to say except that the bullying needs to stop, now that Ella is mine. The coffee shop is busy for this time of day, but since it’s winter break, the high schoolers are all hanging out instead of being home. I’m sure parents love this time of year, when their already hormonal teenagers are hyped up on caffeine by the time they return home from a long work day. I spot Kaylee and her posse in a corner booth, so I redirect myself over to her. I’m glad to see that her friend Callie is with her, since it was her account that the video originated from.

"No one messes with my grandson and goes away with it. I'll deal with you mercilessly. Don't beg me, madam principal. You were here when this happened. I was once a principal and in my time, I did better!" My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have to turn back to know it was Mrs. Morris, the same principal who she expelled me despite the fact that I was bullied. How laughable. I slowly turned around. There she stood, a cocky scowl on her face. She had aged slightly, her locks now having more grey strands. "So you're the irresponsible mother of this aggressive little—" "If you know what's best for you, I'd suggest you watch the next words that come out of your mouth, madam," I interrupted, my vo

Before I could react, Lucy flipped the table, sending food flying in every direction. Gloria, Michael, Emily, and Wayne all shouted in shock. I looked over at Kyle, who had somehow managed to slip quietly to the door, shaking his head as though he'd already given up. I never imagined Lucy would go this far. I stood still beside her, utterly stunned. With food splattered all over him, Michael bellowed in fury, "This is absurd! This is absurd! I can't believe it!"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you mean?" He asked, his tone rising in anger. "You're a sick bully and I'm sure everyone would love to know that side of you" I retorted. "Madison" he warned. I shrugged and gave him a small smile,"Balls in your court"... I grabbed my purse and snatched my resume from his hands. As I headed towards the door, I turned back and caught a small look of confusion and shock on his face. It was satisfying. He was a vile human being and he deserved to be mistreated.

I could hear Mum's sharp intake of breath, could see Tom's grip tighten on his tumbler. Slade's eyes never left mine. "And I'm not proud of it," he continued, his voice low but steady. "I know I don't deserve her forgiveness. But she deserves to have someone tell the truth. So here it is. I was a bully. I made her life difficult. I said things I shouldn't have said, and I did things I shouldn't have done. And I'm sorry." The apology was unexpected. It was raw, vulnerable, completely out of character. And it shattered something inside me.

People even started calling me a school bully and would go out of their way to avoid crossing paths with me. I didn't have a single friend, spending all my time alone instead. That only changed when I got to college—when Zoey lit up my world like a sun. I connected my phone to the projector in the room and pulled up all the chat logs Michael had sent anonymously to me, along with the photos of him kissing Zoey. With a look of sorrow and confusion, I turned to Zoey and asked, "Zoey, are you also fine with me flirting with other women?"