Romans & histoires Nerd Vs Bully

How did sneak up on her like that? "Are you a creeper?" She cried out, holding tightly to her chest as she glared at him. "Why? Do you have a heart disease? I'll be so glad to see you die, nerd," he took his seat, his eyes expressionless and Olivia clenched her fists at his words. "Calm down Livia, Calm down. He's a bully," she chided herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them, he was staring at her blankly.

Bullying feels like a dance between two people. The dance-off is between the bully and the victim. It's hard to see the other people around us if we are bullied. When Kelly taunts me, her gang of defenders encourages the fight. Alexa and Tia would be nothing without Kelly. What would Kelly be like without them? I sometimes wonder what would happen if it really were just Kelly and I, alone one on one. The world would turn in my favor and shift towards my needs.

One of the ladies’ eyes sparks with interest as she claps her hands. It was so unnecessary to call me a nerd, but she did. Classic bully move. So mean of them. I force a smile as my fingers dig a crescent moon in my hands. “Yes. I’m Lennox Damien. It’s been a while.” Another lady, who I can’t recognize looks at me like I am the weird one. “You haven’t changed, Lennox. You’re still very nerdy.” She says that to make me feel inferior like they always do in our college days. They might not be bullies who hit people, but they sure are bullies with their words.

It was nothing but two wolves hugging together. He was amazed to see she recently joined Facebook. What amazed him more was that he accepted her request in the morning. But he don't remember doing that? Oh yeah, he was going through Facebook in canteen while his friends were bothering a nerdo. It must have happened then only because the bullying was kind of funny. It was a fresher his friends targeted this time. He couldn't remember his name but he was skinny and looked like a king of all the nerdos in school. They made him twerk and spank his own ass. Zander recalled bursting into laughter, his concentration was more on the poor guy than his phone while he blankly accepted two requests. Her

“Elena and I found each other through a shared passion for the environment. Her work amongst plant science is something the Silverton Foundation is proud to support. He lied with the grace of a professional. It made me sick. “Mrs Silverton!” Another reporter yelled. “Some are calling you the Billionaire’s Curvy Consort.’ How do you feel about being a body positivity icon for the elite? I froze. Curvy Consort. The words were meant to be kind, but they felt like a mockery. The sea of thin women in the front row kept their judgmental eyes scanning my emerald green dress that strained at my hips. Speak Elena, my mind whispered. Don’t let them define you.

Beckett stands so quickly his chair scrapes backward. “No fucking way.” I recognize him too. Older now. Different haircut. But the face is unmistakable. The person taking pictures of my humiliation freshman year wasn’t Amber. It wasn’t Bryce. It wasn’t Jamie. It was Tyler. Beckett’s cousin. And suddenly I understand why Jamie thought she was caught in the middle. Because Tyler hadn’t just known about the bullying. He had been there from the beginning.

‘‘Uh-hum, I don’t know, I have the feeling that the bully id investing too much energy in you specifically Vince, I mean he would cross an ocean or even a lake to see you cry and suffer, don’t you see that, that is the kind of stuff people do out of love, but to do it out of hater that is purely irrational and doesn’t add up,’’ she observed. I have thought about it too, thought about it along the same lines, when it comes to the bullies, there is something that doesn’t always add up, they look wicked devils straight from hell, behave like demons, but I know myself , I am not a saint, I am evil, so why would the devil hurt his own child or friend,’’ I laughed. We laughed for the first time an

The pointed stares and the obvious fake smiles were driving me insane. “Hope you’re happy now, slut,” someone hissed under their breath as I passed. I kept walking. Head high, heart steady. I had survived worse and yes, I was happy. Bullies deserve no mercy. This morning was no different, only the snickering got louder. I wanted to crawl into a box and hide but that would only prove that they had successfully gotten away with their cruel acts. I walked into my office, my heart racing as I locked the door behind me.

"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...."

Alexander suggested, glancing sideways. "But I've never hit anyone before!" Nerine shook her head, her fear holding her back. The very thought of violence made her stomach turn, let alone being the one to dish it out. "Ha. Got cold feet, huh? Just say you're sorry, and maybe I'll let it slide if I'm feeling generous," Colt bluffed, mistaking her hesitation for weakness. Then, out of nowhere, two sharp slaps cut through the tension. Alexander had stepped in, his hand swift and sure. He knew from experience that bullies like Colt only learned the hard way.