The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 2
Finally arriving at school after that god awful bus ride, I arrived in hell. I pulled all the courage and energy I had and made the first few steps into the school. Stopping at my locker to pick up my books, I was pushed and fell onto my stomach.
"Aggggg," I groaned.
"Awww, did I hurt the little faggot," he said mockingly.
Hold up just a bit. You see, this asshole is one of the cliché bullies. He always makes sure my life is filled with joy! Note the sarcasm. Anyway, you're probably wandering why I'm not standing up to him. Well, it's not that I'm scared of him, hell no, it's because even if I did, I would just be making it worse.
I've been doing everything I can to make him leave me alone. He leaves me to myself for a while, but comes back full force when the shit blows over.
Oh, where are my manners? I've never introduced him. Well, his name is Darryl fucking McCain. He's a junior like me. The only difference is that he's a jock, has a girl on his arm, and is a complete and utter douchbag.
Anyway, getting back on point.
I get up and try to gather my fallen books, only to have one kicked away from me.
"You want your books, faggot, go fetch them," he said, like he's talking to a dog.
"Just give me my books, Darryl," I said through gritted teeth while getting up.
"You want your book? Okay, fetch it!"
He kicks it further down the hallway behind me. I glance at his back while he's walking away, laughing with his lackeys.
As I pick up my books, someone kneels beside me and picks up a couple for me.
"Here I think that's all of them," he said, handing them to me with a smile.
"No shit!" I say sarcastically.
"Okay… that's not how I would say thank you, but I'll take what I can get," he said with a wink.
"Well, I'm not you now, am I," I said sharply.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm not nearly as cute," he said with a smirk.
I never thought it possible… but I… blushed.
I was speechless for the first time I can remember. I always have a comeback! What's wrong with me?
He notices that I turned a bit red and chuckles.
"Hey, and here I thought it wasn't possible to see you get any cuter."
"Sh… shut up," I said, a bit flabbergasted.
The bell rang just then.
"Well, I guess class calls. I'll see you later, cutie."
He winked again and walked off.
I couldn't comprehend what just happened, even though it wasn't that big a deal. I'm sure people get called cute every day. So why was my heart beating so fast? As I walked toward my next class, I couldn't get the image of his dirty blond hair, deep green eyes, and pink luscious lips out of my head.
Oh god!
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