TharnType: The Diary Of A Bully ⚽

Chapter 4: College Sucks

Thursday, September 7th
Dear Diary,

"P'Ceo gave me a wary look. "Just be careful, Thiwat. Don't do something you'll regret."
I shrugged, already turning to leave. "Regret? Please. Tharn's the one who's going to regret everything."

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The classroom was buzzing with the low hum of anxious whispers as we all waited for the exam results to be posted. I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers impatiently, barely able to contain my irritation. The truth was, I didn't give a damn about these results-college sucked, and I fucking hated every moment of it.

"College sucks," I muttered to myself, not caring if anyone heard. "I fucking hate this life."

The pressure to always be at the top was suffocating. Everyone expected me to excel, to outshine the rest, but they had no idea what it was like to constantly live up to that expectation. It was exhausting, but what choice did I have? It was who I was. And truth be told, I was always on top. No one, not even that wimpy nerd Tharn, could stand a chance against me.

Especially after what we did to him yesterday. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Tharn had it coming-trying to show off by helping Pufai with her assignment. He should've known better. We made sure he learned his lesson the hard way.

"Do you know?" I whispered to myself, my smirk widening. "That loser didn't even show up for the midterm exam today. Suits him right. Maybe he's at home being babysat by his mommy, crying his eyes out and telling her how mean we were. What a weakling."

I chuckled under my breath, but as I did, a strange sensation washed over me. The image of Tharn's face, bloodied and bruised, flashed in my mind. But it wasn't his beaten state that unsettled me-it was his eyes. Those goddamn eyes.

I paused, my laughter dying in my throat as I remembered the way he looked at me just before we left him in that pile of garbage. His gaze wasn't just filled with fear or pain. No, it was something else. Something dark, something that sent a shiver down my spine.

"It's like his eyes were saying something," I muttered, feeling a cold sweat forming on my brow. "Like they knew something I didn't. It gave me chills, man."

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the memory. I'm Thiwat, for fuck's sake. I'm not scared of anything. What the hell was I thinking? Tharn was nothing-a weakling, a nobody. There was no way he could get back at me, no matter what I did to him.

"It's probably just my imagination," I told myself, trying to regain my composure. "Tharn's a weakling. He's not capable of anything. No matter what you do, he'll never fight back. I'm definitely going to be just fine."

But even as I said it, doubt crept into my mind. I glanced around the classroom, trying to distract myself, but then my heart nearly stopped when I caught sight of something-or rather, someone-standing at the door.

No fucking way.

My eyes widened as I saw Tharn, standing there as if nothing had happened. His face was still bruised, a bandage covering one eye, but he was here. And not just here-he was holding a stack of papers, talking to the professor.

"What the actual fuck?" I hissed under my breath, my hands clenching into fists. "He's taking a special exam?"

This wasn't right. Special exams were supposed to be prohibited ever since the new principal took over. No one was allowed any exceptions-so how the hell was Tharn getting one?

I glared at him from across the room, my blood boiling. Who did he think he was? Just because we beat him up yesterday doesn't mean he gets special treatment. But then, why should I be bothered? After what I put him through, there was no way he was mentally stable. He was probably so exhausted, so fucked up in the head, that he couldn't possibly beat my score.