I Do My Bully's Homework Novels & Stories

Just like every other person in Canada, I believed it was the best school. But I soon learnt the truth— it was the playground for wealthy and spoiled snubs. And from day one, I was doomed when Nate bumped into me, making my coffee splash all over his designer outfit. No matter how much I tried to apologize to him, Nate just couldn't forgive the embarrassment. From that day on, he made sure my life was a living hell with his endless bullying. And now here I was, suspecting my own boyfriend at 10pm in the night because of the stupid-ass text Nate sent.

"When I found out you were actually gone, it felt like my life ended. I know that sounds insane. I know I don't get to say things like that after everything I did to you. But it's true." "Jace, you don't have to...." "I do. I need to say this." His eyes were wet now, bright in the low light from the window. "I bullied you for three years. I let my friends do it too, and I never once stopped them, and I told myself it was just jokes, that it didn't actually mean anything, because if I let myself think about what it actually meant I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." "Jace...."

I froze. A tall naked man was standing in the kitchen with a towel casually thrown over his neck. My eyes went straight to his huge cock, then up his sculpted chest, and finally to his face. “Not again,” I gasped. It was Kaelen Steele. My bully, arch nemesis and worst enemy since I was six years old and he called me ‘ugly duckling’ and threw me in a puddle. He turned to me, wide eyed and stared for a full minute, his mouth opened in surprise, clearly as astonished as I was.

After all, Hanz Jensen paid attention to no one. But then, this week, much to their classmates’ surprise, they had seen Hanz Jensen working on some notes. When someone asked why he was making notes since he never really did so in class, he said that it was for a friend. When another asked who the lucky friend was, they learned that it was no other than the school bully, Evely Hunt.

I nodded. " I didn't mean to do that. It's just, I was so tired of the bullying. He smiled at me. " Some bullies deserve everything they get" he said before waving his hand over the liypad. It transformed back into my bully. She backed away from me and into him.

He snapped at her while we both stared at him, confused. "Dad, what are you talking about?" Mia asked while I nodded. "What do you think I'm talking about, those girls came complaining to Grace, their mom about some girl named Mia Ferrarri who has been bullying them since they started high-school. They even described you as the class bully and mean girl stating how you bully a lot of your classmates and what not." Mr Deangelo explained and I immediately looked behind him to see the same twin girls who I had seen minutes ago, they both had this fake look of teary kids on but one of them stuck her tongue out at me.

She always does. Moving means another school and having to adjust and face maybe even worse bullying. I cried myself to sleep, refusing to eat dinner or even have breakfast before leaving the house the next morning. As soon as I arrived at school, something even worse spoiled my mood. Jace Carter. The school’s hottest jock and the nation’s golden boy. At the age of sixteen, he managed to get into the national hockey team and is barely around for classes. In sophomore year, he had called me “spear-chucker” in front of the entire cafeteria because I bought dumplings for lunch.

Instead, I focus on his face, especially those lips. My body and brain don’t seem to agree with my reality. The guy you idolize is the asshole who loathes you, who forgot about you on the hospital bed, I remind myself. Uhm! He made you breakfast, my insidious voice takes a mocking turn. Oh please, not my subconscious too. I already have enough bullying in my life. “Finish your breakfast. I can’t wash away another effort. You don’t know how many hours I spent on YouTube for this,” he confesses.

I knew that I would've done anything in my limited power to hold onto her and what we had because it was my life; she was my life. Once I realized that she'd used my name to bully Elena online, whatever pity I felt for her over the fact that she'd been used by her dad and Mary, along with the church, pretty much disappeared. I didn't want to think it of her, maybe because she'd shown me a different face, but I'm convinced that she was as much to blame as they were.

Jeremy's POV: I have never dreamed that my precious time is going to be wasted just because my stupid action again. So what if Jessica was laughed by his group, this has nothing to do with me. When I was laughed at school, she did nothing for me either. It was just a burger and he is so sensitive. Maybe this is the habit of a bully who know nothing but being unreasonable just over a small matter. So I have to take my exercise books and go to his house just to do his Math homework for a semester for him.