My Highschool Bully Read Novels & Stories

I hear a few students laughing because I know they can relate. “All those little pitfalls that hit us all in high school and we all had our own ways on how to deal with it alone. Let me not forget to thank those people who were poking fun of me and bullying me because I wouldnt be as brave as I am now without them. The bullies who loved seeing people getting bullied because they know that’s the only thing they are good at. To those people who still experience bullying up until today, get up on your feet and fight for what you believe in. Fight for yourself and don't let other people bully you because all of us are equal.”

She was tiny but mighty and a force to reckoned with. I remember this one specific time in high school, there was this campus bully. He pretty much wreaked havoc on just about anyone for any reason. There was a new victim every day. And one day, he decided to pour a gallon of water over Grace’s head for standing in his way unknowingly. We were in the lunch line and he felt that she was an obstacle in his path. I remember seeing Grace’s eyes welt up with tears and I could see Jessie’s start to fire up. She quickly made a plan to put the scariest thing she could think of (a live tarantula from the biology lab) in his locker.

I stared at her, bewildered, watching the door close. Standing alone in the basement hall, I sucked in a shaky breath, still unable to comprehend my situation… and then it hit me—Killian. If the bully from my high school and our CEO were the same person, there was no way in hell I would convince him to do anything for us. Hell, my stomach churned at the mere thought I might see him again.

I stormed into the locker room and dug through Carla's bag until I found the inhaler. As I turned, a foot shot out, knocking it from my hand. The inhaler hit the wall and bounced to the floor. Laura crossed her arms and tilted her head, watching me. "It fell," she said. "Pick it up." Rage surged through me. I lunged at her and slapped her. The sharp smack echoed in the locker room. Laura clutched her face, staring at me as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. "If anything happens to Carla," I said, my voice trembling but not from fear. "I'll make sure you pay for it."

Had he always been the troublesome type? Back in high school, everyone knew he was a biker god. He belonged to a team and often atimes, he was warned against his reckless races by the school authorities. Honestly, I didn’t know much because I was that unattractive booksmart nerd with big glasses that no one cared about and I was never confident enough to get close to the cool students. I had experienced my own fair share of high school bullies until Carol stood up for me one time. That was how we became best of friends. It started with me helping with her assignments and just like that, she fell for me. So did I.

I was the one who studied until 3 AM and still only managed A-minuses which in our house was the same as a D. The pressure wasn't just from the schoolwork though. That was the least of it. It was the unfair bullying. It started online as a joke by my loser ex-boyfriend and his jerk friends. They capitalized on things like my anxiety, my tendency to stutter when nervous and my insecurity over my plain face. They made memes out of my school ID picture. They started a hashtag that trended through the whole region for a full week. They called me "The Ghost of the Library."

she clicked out the words slowly between her tongue as though I was a kid who couldn't comprehend her sentence. My ears blared out in denial, but before I could begin to say it to her, she spoke again blurring out my words. " And judging by the way he kept staring after you like a lost sheep throughout all the classes, I would say your bully is also in love with you " I stared at her dumbfounded. Ace likes me? * *

"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

She seemed offended, and quite frankly, I wished to be removed from whatever this situation was and not to be stuck between smirking Taylor and Vanessa, whose whole existence seems to be rooted in denial. "Oh, I thought you wanted me to," I say, and she humped her body, shaking violently as she walked to me. I looked at her and had flashbacks to high school. She fit perfectly into the role of a high school bully, and I did not like it. Even though I was a nerd all through high school, I had never gotten bullied because I always knew how to stand up for myself from the get-go, and the bullies knew when to draw the line, but Vanessa here seemed like a person who would bully to the end and for