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Bully! Clown X Nerd! Branzy (n̷o̷t̷ r̷l̷l̷y̷..)

Hope you enjoy this tho anyways I'm sorry I haven't been posting much so, it's cause I haven't got many ideas for this so, I'm very sorry. Anyways hope you enjoy the new story! (angst(?) part 2 if asked for)

Branzy's POV-
I was woken up by my alarm, blaring in my ear. I groan and laid in bed for a few more minutes, getting up as I was gonna go back to sleep soon. If I didn't get up. I stretch as I got up. My back hurting, I soon got ready doing my usual routine, shower, brush teeth, hair, eat cereal, and I'm out the door and on my way to school. The shittiest place ever. I was pushed, made fun of, beaten up.

Clown at first, had his group of friends, soon his friends dwindled until it was only him, most of them moved schools, stopped hanging out with him or the others, or were expelled due to multiple things.

Clown was one of the many few standing, he was smart, knew what to do and not to do. When and where. He was somewhat athletic, his other friends were more athletic. Although he knew what he was doing. He'd be the one to beat me most times. Now, he's the only one to still do it. Why? No idea, we have no history, no reason for him to pick on me. I just deal with it, as I don't have anyone at home, as they mostly work. No siblings, parents? Work. I stay by myself. No one to help, so I keep to myself.

I had finally made it to school as I was thinking. Clown was right there, he hadn't noticed me yet. Thank the universe for that. I soon made my way through. Blending in with others as to not get caught. I'd made it through and I was inside. Making my way to my locker, I noticed some things. New posters, 'Don't bully!' 'Speak up!' Oh please as if those shitty posters do anything. I grumble and initially I made it to my locker, clicking my password in.

I open it to grab my things. Mumbling as I did, trying to remember what I need for today's class. First period was fucking ass. I had to sit next to Clown for it. And it was the worst shit to ever exist. These stupid fucking teachers with their lame seating charts. Soon I hear the doors to the school open and Clown walks in, we had a huge height difference, which gave him a huge upper hand. The halls had cleared out as I got my stuff in order. I try to hide my face as he walks by.

But instead I had the locker door shut on my face. I recoil at the loud noise and I am shoved down. Pushed down with incredible force. My heart starts to race, adrenaline fills me, my eyes start to water as he pushes his foot down on my stomach. He kneels down, pushing his foot down too. He whispers in my ear. Very soft but comprehensible. "Just because my idiot friends aren't here, doesn't mean I won't bring hell to you the next 2 years. Understand." I nod.

"Good. Keep that in mind, fucking bitch." I nod before he kicks me. Leaving another bruise. I groan in pain as he walks away. Leaving me to get up. I was lucky this time. At least he didn't beat the shit out of me. I soon got up, picking the stuff I dropped and carrying it to my class it's only my sophomore year and I'm already considering wanting to die. I laugh it off and see Clown, he was heading the same way. Fuck. I have to stay a good distance away.

I slowly start to make my way through the corridors of the school, making it to my class, people were being led into the class, clown being the last one then I made it before the door closed on me, making my way to mine and Clowns shared desk.i could see him grinning and I immediately knew I was in for a ride this class. Each class lasted around 30-45 minutes. And this class lasted 45 minutes. I laid my head against the desk. And we were instructed to take our notes out. We were gonna "go over them." I scoff we never do this it's just the teacher rambling.