From Toxic Classmate Novels & Stories

He gave me back my note. For the rest of the class, he didn't distract me. At the end of the class, we parted ways. I had to get a textbook for my next class so I went to my locker. I opened it, took the textbook, and closed it to see someone resting on the locker next to mine. It was Tiana Cooper. If you must know, Tiana Cooper was the biggest bitch at Queens High and also the school's number one whore. Not to be mean but she fucked around. Even Chris had tapped her.

My roommate, Ruby, hurried over, shoved her phone in my face, and whispered with wide eyes, "Maren, look at this. Isn't this the AI-crazy class from your high school that went viral? This is brutal." I glanced at the screen. The video showed a grimy, run-down electronics factory assembly line. Gavin was wearing a tattered factory uniform, pinned to the ground while several other young workers in the same uniform kicked and punched him. The ones doing the beating were the very same classmates who had followed him around, called him ‘boss’, and helped him corner me into handing over my password. "Gavin, you piece of sh*t! Pay us back! If it weren't for you, I'd be at a real university right no

The campus forum was flooded with hate about me. "The woman in the photo is a freshman in Communications, Sherry Wright. Stay away from this toxic thief, guys." "What a shameless snatcher! Let's make her too scared to ever show her face again." "She looks so innocent, yet she pulls something this selfish." "Did her family never teach her not to steal what belongs to everyone?" "The person above me is being way too nice. Bold of you to assume a disgrace like her even has a family."

The students fell silent as everyone had already sensed the hostility of the old teacher. "Before we begin, let me make three things absolutely clear," Dr. Monroe declared with his gaze piercing through the room like a hawk assessing its prey. "I detest three things in this world. They are disrespectful students, troublemakers and dumb people. Don't be any of those and we'll get along just fine. If you belong in those three categories, then I suggest you drop out of the school right now." The class exchanged nervous glances as Dr. Monroe wrote some facts about himself on the board.

All the other kids gathered around to show their concern. "My mom made this chicken soup. Have some—you'll feel better after drinking it." Gratefully, I took the thermos. But the moment my lips touched it, I suddenly retched violently and threw up. My classmate burst into loud sobs, and the classroom was left in a mess. When the teacher came over to help clean up, I vomited right on her head. "She's really manipulative, isn't she? Using the kindness of her classmates and the teacher to deliberately throw up on others!"

Real threat. In second period, my lab partner from yesterday has switched seats. The teacher assigns me to work alone. Again. The message is clear: I'm toxic now. Untouchable. During the experiment, someone "accidentally" knocks over my beaker. Chemicals splash across my notes, destroying hours of work. The liquid burns my skin where it touches. "So sorry," the girl says with fake sweetness. "How clumsy of me." I clean up the mess in silence. My hands sting from the chemical burn, but I don't complain. Don't ask for help. There's no point.

The sheer horror of that mental image was something she'd rather not witness. Wayne felt like his own teammate had just shoved him straight into a pit of doom. He turned while hissing, "What the hell are you saying?" His classmate mumbled, "You're the president of the breakdancing club. A spinning handstand while shitting shouldn't be that hard for you, right?" Wayne's entire face turned red. This wasn't about difficulty! If he actually did that, someone would definitely call the cops! "I support that." A voice came from the doorway. Theodore had been standing there for a while, observing the exchange. He strolled into the room and stopped beside Tobias.

We head over for our first class of the semester. The telepathy class was a waste of time and annoyingly frustrating; everyone seemed so good at starting mind links except me. Some assholes even said shitty things about me during their mindlink, and it not only made things worse that the professor in charge, Master Damian, also hates me because I'm omega and only gave me two trial attempts, which I flopped, so I had to sit down the rest of the class and watch the other students put up a show of more than twenty rounds.

“Keep your f*cking eyes to yourself.” “Ow! Woman! You’re crazy!” she chuckled, attracting everyone’s attention towards us. I wanted to hide in shame. “No, you’re obsessed!” she whispered the last part. My eyes widened as I looked around in case anyone overheard our conversation. To my immense annoyance, the stupid classmate still stared at me. Did he think we were discussing him? “Guys, the next class is free too. Prof. Higgins is in the hospital with food poisoning!” announced another classmate. The entire class erupted in a frenzy, celebrating like hooligans.

Now Sashi already decided that if girls won't find her worth to be their friend, then she will never insist, because she believes and only support good girls not b*tches. "Ow she is so quite. OMG does that mean she really is a slut?" The hallway in front of their classroom already filled with laughter's from her classmates. "I can't believe this is the nature where we used to be part, Sash. This so toxic." Sashi smirked because of what the ghost Clark said. "Yes, Clark. This is indeed toxic, but you never see me being toxic yet so just calm down, that little and nonsense gossips can't affect me, duh." Sashi said while picking all of her things.