Romans & histoires From Toxic Classmate

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

The next class was Chemistry and I hated it. "Ok, class I need you to get into pairs" Ordered the teacher. Chad grabbed my stool and wrapped his arm around me "mine" he growled "I don't think you need to worry. No one ever wants to be my partner" "Why?" "Because I am not very good at chemistry and I am a freak" "You are not a freak" "Trust me, everyone at this school thinks I am"

(5th. July. Tuesday.) Damien sighed walking toward his locker after a very long, excruciating class. "I can't believe how Miss Betty's class makes me feel." His friend, Toby chuckled. "You got me there. Her classes are so boring." Damien looked at him. "I could give anything just to get off that class." "Or maybe just write a note that says how boring she is and the fact that nothing is learned from her and put it in the complaint box." A guy, Romeo chimed in as he walked toward them, causing Damien.and his friend to look.

he said addressing the class of 25 students and they replied. "Today we have a new student joining us" he went outside and signaled Chloe to come inside and that she did. "Introduced your self to the class" Chloe nodded at the teacher as she proceeded with her introduction. "Good morning everyone, I'm Chloe and I'm your new classmate" Chloe wasn't very good with standing in public, she hated the spotlight, she hated much attention, she was anti social and she liked it, at least that is what she shows the world,the cruel and cold side of herself.

I denied as I drank it in one go. ‘I'm just an adopted daughter of a billionaire and unfortunately an ex-girlfriend of another billionaire,’ I said inwardly. He didn't say anything and just continued giving me different drinks. “This is tequila..” I quickly snatched the glass from his hand and chugged it down. I cringed afterwards but I still asked for more. I could feel my head was spinning already as my body heated. But I ignored it and continued my drinking spree until I sensed that Damien was already standing next to me.

"And I'll be your new classmate. " I don't want to be your classmate. "Said a boy on the right side of the classroom in the third row and second desk. They all turned to look at him," I mean.... I want to be your friend too," he rushed to say and the others just said with sarcasm that it was obvious that this was not what he wanted. The boy smiled holding his face with the palm of his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the desk. Melia, aka Dahioh Dom, smiled.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you watch where you going to " The idiot shouted at me without even apologizing for bumping into me. I immediately stood up. " You are mad, infact you are sick in the brain. Can't you say sorry? You are the one that bumped into me". I fumed, I hated it when people acted rude and arrogant. It's an everyday thing in this school with these spoilt rich kids , but I wasn't gonna take shit from anyone today. And the worst part is that the idiot turned out to be a science student and my classmate at that. His Golden Smith, the Academic prefect .

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

"That's disgusting. Stealing her place wasn't enough, now she wants her dead too?" A boy who trailed Alyssa everywhere shot to his feet and pointed at me, his voice breaking with anger. "Bridget, do you have any shame? Alyssa is that kind and you treat her like this? Get out of our class. We don't want a toxic woman as our classmate." "Yeah. Get out of Class Two." "Cheating trash." "Bully." The insults crashed over me in waves until they merged into a single roar. Last time, I lost control and slapped her. The crack of skin against skin gave them exactly what they wanted, undeniable proof and a tidy ending.

They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!