I Do My Bully's Homework Novels & Stories

Maybe it's because since I was a kid, I was spoiled by my parents, and when I cried or got angry, they would immediately give me what I wanted. It is just this goddamned Kyle who pissed me off to the fullest today. He is always cold and does not mingle with others business anyway, but lately? Everyone was just surprised by the way he interfered with us. I guess he secretly liked Althea, which is why he helped her, but duh? How come he will call me a bully when he even doesn't care that his best friends are bullying me and a lot of weak students every day? How dare you! Even if you're the sole heir of the Mejer, who also owns this school, your family was just my...

I was too weak to fight. Kim burst into tears as soon as she saw my stomach. They looked at my backpack. Willow yelped as tears fell from her eyes. I covered my face in embarrassment. "What.......what the fuck, Jenny?" Kim asked. I shook my head. "Who did this to you?" She yelled. "You'd better tell me if not I just need to call one person to get rid of any bastard that did this," she threatened. "His....." I trailed up with the bile in my throat. "His name is Caleb. He's my bully at school. He and his friends did this to me......" I cried. She shook her head.

And I press my erection up against her and she blushes and wipes off what I can only guess to be lipstick off of my lips. And I smile at her and walk her to her class then go to mines and just like that my day begins and I meet up with Ricky, Johnny, Cane, and Done we all have the first four periods together so that’s a bonus and as we’re walking to class I notice one kid being bullied and if it’s one thing I hate and don’t tolerate is bullying. My father has always told be that bullies and women beaters are the same at heart both are a bunch of bitches who needs to be put in their place. So I approached the young boy obviously much smaller than the three punks tryna jump him in the hallway

It was no surprise that I became a target for bullies. Once, when I was thirteen, three girls bullied me and cut my notebook. Tate saw them and said in a calm, firm voice, “Give it back to her.” They handed it over right away. He never knew my name and walked away before I could even thank him. I stood there holding the notebook to my chest, my heart beating too fast, thinking he didn't have to do that.

Did you get all my assignments done? "Yes. The essay took the longest, but I was able to finish it all," I reply. "Oh, yeah, the essay. That was actually extra credit; I had the due date wrong. It's not due for another week, but thanks for doing it anyway." He smirks when he looks at me briefly. My hands curl into fists at my sides, wanting nothing more than to punch my bully right in the face. Instead, I put on my fake smile. "It was no problem, any time."

"Adrian, when you are discharged from the hospital, let's go to school and play together, okay?" "Okay, if someone bullies you in kindergarten in the future. I will help you beat him!" "Adrian, what are you talking about? My Daddy is so powerful. Who dares to bully me? They always say good things about me in front of me, however, I know it's all fake! I don't like it. I will only play with you in the future!"

Eventually, though, they believed Kylee more and more. Kylee took everything I had that I had ever cared about. When we entered high school, she started spreading rumors that I was bullying her at home. She took what friends I had left, and made sure I didn’t make any new ones. When she copied my homework and accused me of stealing her answers, I had gone into the guidance counselor’s office and begged to be put in different classes with different teachers so that she couldn’t steal my work anymore. They did their best, but not every class had more than one teacher. So I always made sure that my work was timestamped and turned in as early as I could possibly turn it in. I kept everything as

“Because I’m your teacher.” !!! I wasn’t expecting that answer. “You’re just a temp.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “A teacher nonetheless.” He smirked and for some reason, his grin did something to me, “It’s my job to make sure my students don’t get bullied.” “Shouldn’t you just stop the bullies?” I asked. “Sure, I can do that too.” He leaned on the table to come closer to me, “Or I could teach you how to fight back.”

she hugged me when she was on the verge of tears. I stayed in her embrace for a few minutes before disengaging. “What are you going to do? Have you told your mom about it? Surely she wasn't happy about it” “I didn't. We both acted like we've never met before” “Is that the right decision to make?” “I don't know. I just don't want my mom finding out that he bullied me. She's about to get married into his family” “If you think that's right, I support you”

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."