Bully

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

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I honestly hadn't planned on going to the stupid party. Seriously, I'd had no intention to.

Parties were never really my thing, even though I often frequented them back at my old school. They were too stuffy, too busy and honestly just entirely overwhelming.

As much as these reasons, on a usual basis would have been enough to keep me locked up at home and away from the trouble, there is one sole variable that cancelled out all of the other negatives associated with the party.

Clyde.

I had seen him yesterday, Friday morning as I was navigating the crowded hallways to the gym, after my first period class.

I was surprised to see him, accompanied by a few others in the hallway, because I'd rarely ever seen him at school, like ever.

There was a sharp fluttering in my stomach at the sight of him and I smiled to myself, memorising the image of him for later as I continued to walk down the hall.

What I hadn't been expecting at all, was to hear the sound of my name from his voice shortly after we'd passed each other. When I had turned around, startled, Clyde was taking big strides towards me, away from his friends who were looking curiously towards me.

"Hey." He had said, running a hand through tousled hair.

"Hi, Clyde." I'd said blinking at him a total of five times.

The exchange was short but sweet and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it throughout the rest of the day. Clyde had asked me, specifically, if I was coming to the party that he was throwing.

I had paused, trying to think of a polite way to tell him that parties just weren't really my thing, however, at my obvious lack of response, Clyde had furrowed his eyebrows and what looked like a wave of disappointment crossed his features. "You're not coming?"

In that moment, there was only one thought that was running through my head; Clyde genuinely wanted me at his party, meaning that he enjoyed my company. It's that single thought that propelled me to shake my head earnestly and say. "No Clyde, of course I'm coming. I'll be there."

I had then watched, transfixed as the furrow in Clyde's eyebrows disappeared and the frown on his face was quickly replaced with a smile. "Okay, I'll see you then."

So that's how I find myself standing in front of Clyde's mansion once again, at nine p.m on a Saturday night, actively regretting my decision of actually coming to the party.

Clyde's house looks way bigger then I remember it and much more intimidating now with the exterior nightlights activated and the bright yellow glow from the inside, spilling out onto the dark street.

The courtyard alone is a sole indication as to how crowded it must be inside the house. It's packed with cars and people. There are already clothing articles, empty glass bottles and other questionable substances littered on the floor. I navigate my way around them with a grimace.

As I approach the entrance, It's safe to say that I am thoroughly intimidated. I'm afraid that I will stick out like a sore thumb, lonely, in a house packed with groups and cliques of all sorts.