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𝐈 winced as Fernando shoved me up against my own locker, my eyes shutting tightly closed. "Fuckin' hell..." I muttered under my breath, letting out a deep breath, looking up at him.
He walked up to me, his piercing gaze shooting an arrow straight through my body. I had no idea why I was getting bullied by him, maybe he just found me vulnerable, but he wasn't wrong because I sure as hell was. Fernando raised his hands, placing them on my shoulders and pushing my body backwards.
Oh, fuck...
"You're a weak one, you know," he told me, raising a brow. I hated him so much. "Ever thought that you could get more strong once in a while, hm?"
I blinked, biting my bottom lip to hide my emotions back just a little. He looked down, staring at the pocket of my fluffy black jacket before suddenly snatching my keys, holding them up in the air above my reach.
"Ouu, allow it man!" I cried, lifting my arm up to try get them back. I was so gonna be late to my next class because of him; I already am. "Fernando, please! Give them back!"
"Aww, gonna beg me like a dog?" he asked, raising a brow. Fern let out a deep chuckle, his lips curling up into a smirk. Now there was a crowd all around us, watching. Shit. His smirk grew after seeing the crowd around us, and he twirled my keys around with his finger, then threw them away to the side down the hall. "Go fetch, doggy."
I froze, looking up at him and then hearing the laughter around us. I blinked, my face warming up in embarrassment, my eyes flooding with tears as I tried blinking them back. How I hated public humiliation. I was never the type to cry over small things, but being embarrassed like this in front of all my judgemental classmates is a full time low...
I looked away, standing up straight and fixing the strap of my bag, only to get it snatched off me. "What's in here, eh Meyer?" Fernando asked me, raising his eyebrow once again while he unzipped my bag. "Please... Let it rest... For today, at least," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper as I spoke.
But he was already opening it. He flipped it over, emptying my bag and spilling all my things on the floor. The crowd was getting even bigger now. He looked down, watching and observing all my things. A book, water bottle, - which had obviously broke by the hard floor - money, headphones... And then there was my journal.
Holy shit, please god save me. I never thought I'd live to see the day; My journal about to be read in front of the whole school. Read out by none other than my own bully's booming voice.
