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Misery

⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ strong language, homophobia, and violence!

Derek Treginald Hunter POV

Diary entry 1- January 15, 2023
It's passing period. My math course is about to begin. Algebra 2 specifically. This is the only class that matters to me. I'm failing almost everything else, but this is the one thing keeping me afloat. I'm almost 4 weeks ahead in this course. The only other person I've ever seen more passionate about this is my mortal enemy. Jeon Jungkook. He is always doing the most to make sure he is one step ahead of me. He knows exactly what he's doing. Not much in this world bothers me but this one boy gets so far under my skin I have to leave class sometimes. He has taken my one safe space and ruined it completely. I feel like there's nothing left going for me. Am I going crazy? How am I this obsessed with this class? I can't let this asshole get to me like this. I have to do more. I'm going to beat him at his own game.

Class is starting.
~Derek Treg. Hunter, out.

Class
Restless bodies begin filing into the dull classroom. The bright lights make my eyes ache. I've been here since before passing period. This is the only part of my day that I look forward to, and for everyone to come in here and act like this is the worse class of the day, is a little insulting. People finally stop talking as Mr. Hartley walks in and snaps his fingers to quiet everyone. Relief flows over my head as he begins the lesson. I've got my notes out and I'm growing uncomfortably excited for the activity that will be assigned after his lecture.
"How is everyone this morning?" Hartley says exhaustedly, pulling up today's lesson.
"I'm doing so great!" Jungkook says, right as I start to answer. He looks back at me with his nose turned to the air like he's this superhero or something. I give him a dirty look and scoff. He knows he's gotten to me just by the look on his face, I can tell he was doing that on purpose. I try to refocus myself and listen to Hartley say what he needs to before we can begin independent work time. I'm taking light notes and suddenly I hear snickering in front of me. I glare forward through the hair covering my face. I catch a glimpse of Jungkook staring and laughing with his friends. I know this is about me. Who else could it be about? He's been my bully for years. Of fucking course he is laughing at me.

Something takes over. I stand up and slam my fists against the table in doing so. The class goes dead silent, all eyes are on me now.
"Shut the fuck up already, you ruin everything good."  I'm screaming, I can't stop myself. My hands begin to tremble as I start for the door. My vision goes blurry. Muscle memory from countless times of running to the bathroom crying takes over and I no longer need to see where I am going. I huff as I slam the stall door. Heavy sobs flow out of my lungs and I cannot breathe. I think I'm having another panic attack. This never ending hell just continues forever.

Suddenly the bathroom stall door rattles. I hadn't realized someone walked in during the midst of my breakdown.
"Hey, freak! I hear you crying in there, little faggot."
I know who it is already. I hear his friends laughing behind him, as they always are.
At this point I'm too exhausted to respond.
The door begins shaking loudly as he pounds his fists onto it.
I open the stall reluctantly. I look like such a coward right now. Tears beginning to dry on my cheeks and shirt.
"Awww the little baby, Why are you crying der-bear?" Jungkook says with a fake pouty face.
This is torment. Shame quickly takes over my entire body. My head feels hot suddenly and I am sweating.
"Just leave me alone Jungkook. What do you want from me?" I say lamely.
"You sure did have a lot to say in class back there didn't you?" He smirks as the words leave his soft lips.
What?? Did I just? He's my fucking bully. Nothing about him is kind. What's wrong with me?
I shove my way past him quickly and start for the door, keeping my head down the entire way.
They all are mocking me as I leave.
I'm starting to not let him get to me as much. Maybe I've just heard it for too long.
Part of me wants to trade spots with him and see his intentions behind torturing me. Does he secretly love me? Is he jealous of something? Is he just a horrible person?? I feel like my head is spinning.
I find somewhere to hide for the rest of class. I'll collect my things at passing period once I know he's gone.