High-school Bully Love-stories ! Novels & Stories

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we

Consists of different teenagers, mostly sons or daughters from wealthy clans, bullied by their classmates but have potential, outstanding pupils that doesn't seem to give their best at school, and well, the prettiest and good-looking students amongst the seniors. We should've done this earlier. It's not that we didn't care for the past students, it's just that we weren't aware yet that there were individuals who needed special care. Ibarra was one of them. He was so happy when I met him during his first year until it became difficult for him. He was stalked and bothered by girls, hated by men and adored by teachers – to the point that they would use their position to get close to him.

My name is Daniela, I am going to tell you my story and I hope you don't judge me or victimize me. When I was in third grade, I met a boy that since I saw him I liked him, I didn't know if he liked me, but I was willing to conquer him, so first I started to investigate if he had a girlfriend and what do you think, yes, he did and it was a girl who had the reputation of being the heaviest in school, presumptuous and conceited, so it was not going to be easy, but not impossible, was what I thought, he was also in the same grade, only in a different group.

You will need the energy. I picked up a piece of toast and forced myself to take a bite. Across the room a group of second years kept glancing over and then looking away when I caught them. The rumors were already writing themselves. I could almost hear the versions. The scholarship girl who attacked Lydia. The girl who tried to steal Isaac McCall. The girl who caused a scene at the party. None of those versions included the truth. None of them mentioned the soft click of a bottle opening in a hallway or the way a boy had set down a glass without question because a quieter voice had asked him to.

"Ace is not interested in you and never will! You're just a lowly girl he enjoys bullying, don't think of it as anything else, at the end of the day you are a nobody." "Quiet everyone, class starts now." Said their English teacher as she walked inside the classroom. Kisa's last words cut Catherine deep. It was as if she could tell that she was already in love with Ace. How can you be in love with your own bully? It doesn't feel right but nothing about her involvement with Ace was right. She felt as if she had known him for ages. She wasn't the kind of girl to randomly fall in love but with Ace everything happened mysteriously.

He would stand above me, looking down with disdain, as he tossed all my books from my bag down the stairwell. He orchestrated my isolation, ensuring no one dared to befriend me. With just a word from him, a group of girls dragged me into the bathroom and slapped me across the face. As long as Ethan took the lead in tormenting me, no one dared to step in. After all, he was the son of the CEO of a major corporation. Our school even had an entire building donated by his family. When he mocked me openly, it became a trend in the class to pick on me.

"Maybe I’m into our bully." Her eyes lit up with a weird sense of triumph. "I knew it!" she grinned. "But it doesn’t matter," I added quickly. "Andrew is our bully. He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. Liking him is like… chasing a ghost. It’s falling in love with someone I can never have." Her smile softened. She reached for my hand. "I’m sorry you feel that way. And I’m sorry for pushing this on you. I just… I don’t know. You always seem so sad lately. But around him—"

Luckily for her, I was Hispanic and knew a lot of Spanish, since our Abuela lived with us for years before passing. I didn’t know Eleanor would develop a crush on me, and worse, during our tutorial session at the library, she kissed me without warning. It was horrible—not because I wasn’t into her or anything else, but because it had to be Tyler who saw us. He didn’t take it well at all. And ever since, he has hunted me down, bullying and scorning me. He brought his lips close to my face; his breath fanned my ears, which responded with a tingling sensation.

Anna's pov Nowadays I look forward to going to school because I know that no one would try to bully me because I was with Vincent now. How the news, about me and Vincent dating was all over the school the next day even though we had just been dating for a day was still a mystery. I suddenly became popular in just a day. I was the talk of the school. Nerd dates her bully. That sounds weird but it's fine. Though I didn't see any post about it I was sure someone would put it up or maybe Vincent had already told them not to do anything that silly.

In my mind I pleaded for her to change me, I needed to get away from this guy. "Is there any particular reason dear?" She asks and I sigh, if only she knew. I cant exactly tell my teacher I've been having an intimate toxic affair with the boy who bullied me for the past six years. "We don't work well..." I try to find another reason to convince her but I'm startled as an arm drapes around my shoulder. "She's just joking Miss come on Ayla lets go work." I hear and tense, of course it's him.