TharnType: The Diary Of A Bully ⚽

Chapter 1: My first day

Monday, September 3rd

Dear diary,

I don't usually write on a diary but I'm so fucking bored right now. So here I am, another fucking day at this shitshow they call college. I swear, if it wasn't for the damn attendance requirement, I'd be anywhere but here. Seriously, who the hell decided 8 AM classes were a good idea? Whoever it was needs a good ass-kicking. Anyway, I dragged myself to campus, cursing under my breath as I saw the same boring-ass buildings, the same annoying faces, and the same idiotic people pretending they have their lives together.

The first thing I noticed was the nerds huddling by the library. What a bunch of losers. It's like they're allergic to fun or something. And don't even get me started on the preppy girls with their fake-ass smiles and overpriced outfits. I could practically smell the desperation to fit in from across the quad. Pathetic.

I wasn't in the mood for any of this shit today. Honestly, I just wanted to pull a prank on our professor-Mr. Somchai, the asshole who thinks he's God's gift to education. It would've been so much better than sitting through his droning lectures. I was already plotting how I could swap out his whiteboard markers for permanent ones when the bell rang. Fuck. Guess I'm stuck in class for now.

Reluctantly, I shuffled into the classroom, slouching into my usual seat at the back. I kicked my feet up on the desk, daring anyone to say something about it. Of course, nobody did. They knew better than to mess with me-Type Thiwat, leader of the baddest gang on campus. Yeah, that's right. I run this place, and nobody questions it.

As the rest of the class trickled in, I could see them all trying to avoid eye contact, like a bunch of scared little puppies. Not that I blame them. After all, I'd made it very clear during the first week that I wasn't someone to be fucked with. And anyone who forgot got a nice little reminder. I had my ways.

Just as Mr. Somchai was about to start his boring-ass lecture, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the door. Oh great, what now? I thought. He cleared his throat, probably trying to make himself sound important, and said, "Class, before we begin, I'd like to introduce a new student joining us today."

A new victim, huh? This could be interesting.

The door creaked open, and in walked the guy. Tall, with a decent face-at least from what I could see. But he was wrapped up in this ugly-ass oversized jacket, and his hair was practically covering his eyes. To top it off, he was wearing these thick-ass glasses that looked like they were from the 90s. What a fucking joke.

As he walked up to the front of the class, he managed to drop his books all over the floor. Clumsy idiot. I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and yelled, "What the hell, dumbass! Did your mommy dress you this morning?"

The class burst into laughter. It was like I'd just told the funniest joke in the world. Even Mr. Somchai had to fight back a smile, but then he quickly recovered and barked, "Be quiet!"

The room fell silent, but I was still smirking. This guy was going to be too easy.

"Everyone, this is Tharn Kirigun Supassit," Mr. Somchai said, "a valedictorian from his previous academy."

*Oh, big fucking deal.* I rolled my eyes. Just because he aced some lame school doesn't mean shit here.

"Your name is longer than your bangs!" I shouted, the words coming out before I could even think about them. The class erupted again, laughter filling the room. Seriously, this was too easy.

Mr. Somchai glared at me, his face turning red with frustration. "One more outburst and you're out of here, Type!"

I threw my hands up in mock surrender, still grinning. "Alright, alright, I'm done."