My Highschool Bully Novels & Stories

So, on one hand, I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about not having books on my first day of class, but on the other hand, I’m nervous about how Caden might react. Back in high school, when he intentionally broke my laptop and I borrowed his as a replacement, he stormed into my lecture and threw a fit, claiming that I stole his belongings. He even called me a derogatory term in front of the whole class, fully aware that it could get him detention. Well, these days, Caden has upgraded to being a calm, emotionless bully. He no longer screams in my face like he used to. Instead, he launches his attacks with nothing more than a smirk.

I'm a quite high-tempered woman and it's the reason why I always got warnings when I was in high school. When I entered college, I thought people are more civil because students are all grown-ups. And that was the biggest mistake. There was a guy, Kent Calvis who is the best bully in school. He always makes fun of those exchanged students from Asia and even blacks. He was a monster. Even I didn't have a chance to be excepted with his bullshits. But I guess, bullying me droves him to the end of his bullying tyranny and becomes my worst experience ever.

I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class. The final bell rang and I hesitated to leave the classroom. I knew what awaited me outside; a group of bullies, ready to pounce on me. I waited for everyone to leave, but it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt something cold and wet dripping on my head. I gasped in shock and looked back to see Steve's friends, grinning at me. They had poured water on me. My shirt was soaked, and my skin was visible from underneath. I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

I said quietly. the smile on her lips slowly fell. "That can't be right!" she Mumbled looking at the ground. "He never told me about this, how could he do sure a thing!" she said. I guess I broke his mother. "So what happened to you? you ain't fat or chubby, way too skinny if you ask me!" she said softly. "He was one of the reasons am like this now, the last day of my high school life, I wanted to tell him thank you for standing up for me, 'cause a boy in my high school used to bully me too " I mumble.

Noah and I used to attend the same school back before our parents got married, and as you would have guessed, I was constantly getting bullied by everyone in school. Sending a blind girl to a normal high school was like sending easy prey to a den of lions; they wasted no time in tearing me up. Noah was the most popular boy in school, and he was the only one who showed me a little care. Usually the bullying and the pranks the other students played on me were very brutal; they would ‘mistakenly’ make me trip on the stairs or purposely put stolen materials in my bag so they could get a legit reason to beat me up.

My Bully’s Hot Dad Chapter 1: The Parent-Teacher Meeting The hallway outside the principal’s office felt colder than usual. I shifted nervously on the hard wooden bench, my pleated school skirt riding up my thighs as I crossed my legs. At nineteen, I was in my final year at the elite private academy, but I still felt like a scared freshman whenever I had to deal with him. Jaxon Pierce. My bully. My tormentor. The arrogant, rich asshole who had made my life hell for the past two years — spreading rumors, cornering me in empty classrooms, and making sure everyone knew I was his favorite target.

I never thought I’d miss high school, but I’d rather endure hours of lectures and bullying than running for my life. Everything was normal. I had a crush who was also my friend, yet I also feared this person. Ryan was my protector from the bullies. He was three years older than me, but he made sure no one bothered me, and if they did. Let’s just say I don’t want to know what happened to them. Those bullies would often be found the next day with their own bruises, broken bones, and some flat out never made an appearance again.

Unlike Stephen who did not like his parents or drivers to convey him to school, then, I would cry to my parents to make sure that the car that took me to school yesterday was different from the one that would take me to school tomorrow and till the rest of the week. The worst thing about me was I was a bully who sucked happiness from seeing other kids cry. Whenever they tried to associate with me, I would show them their place. If any one of them passed his or her boundaries, I would report to my parents and that could cause the kids to be suspended from school or castigated by others who were still hoping to become friends with me. There was this particular girl whose name I have forgotten

"Ray, you've got the nerve to talk about settling scores? You were the one who beat me up back then! I nearly ended up hospitalized!" Ray froze for a moment. He sneered inwardly, 'So you're just skipping the cause and jumping straight to the result? Right—someone like you only remembers your own suffering. As for how you bullied others, you conveniently forget all about that.' He shook his head. "Shane, back in high school you were the school bully. You led your lackeys around, picking on people every day. How many times did you corner me—have you really forgotten? The last time, you brought a whole crowd. I'd had enough. Even knowing I'd be beaten by all of them, I still grabbed you and bea

"Then I went to NYU to get my business degree and what not to help me out on that aspect of the Mafia." "Lucky. I would've killed to not have gone to high school. They were prime bullying years," I tell him. "Before you freak out, it was kids being kids. They bully to lift themselves up because they are in a bad place. Besides, I'm more confident now and bullies are probably doing worse in life than I am." "I mean, you are dating a Mafia boss who brings in millions. He is also extremely handsome, but that's just a bonus," he smirks and I roll my eyes