TharnType: The Diary Of A Bully ⚽

Chapter 7: I can't wait for you to wake up, Type

September 25th
Dear Diary,

I haven't written this in my previous note, but after that kiss, Tharn just walked away. He didn't say a word. Just... left. No reaction. Nothing. He acted like it didn't even matter-like I didn't matter. And I stood there, feeling like an idiot.

I mean, what the hell was I even thinking? I literally just kissed a guy. A guy I hate. What kind of messed-up shit is that? I felt disgusted, of course. My mind was spinning, and I was trying to make sense of everything, but it just wasn't adding up. I had crossed a line, one I never thought I'd cross, and now, I couldn't take it back.

But here's the deal-I saw him.

Right in front of my eyes, after he left the bar, I decided to follow him again. Yeah, call me crazy, but I had to know what the hell was going on with him. And that's when I saw something I wish I hadn't.

At first, I thought he was heading home. He walked out of the bar, calm as ever, like nothing had happened. But instead of turning toward the dorms, he went down this alleyway, one of those dark, narrow streets that gives you a bad feeling just by looking at it. Something felt off, but I kept following him.

I stayed hidden, careful not to be seen, when suddenly, I saw Tharn stop in front of this guy. He looked sketchy-shady as hell. They exchanged a few words, and I thought maybe they were just talking, but then... then it got weird.

Tharn handed him something. I couldn't see what it was, but the way he was looking around, like he was nervous, set off all kinds of alarms in my head. The guy took the item and quickly slipped it into his jacket. It was too dark to see exactly what it was, but my gut told me it wasn't anything good.

Then, out of nowhere, Tharn grabbed the guy by the collar and shoved him hard against the wall. The dude barely had time to react before Tharn whispered something into his ear, something that made the guy's face drain of color. He looked terrified. And I mean terrified.

I watched as Tharn pulled back, his expression calm but cold as ice. Then, without any warning, he punched the guy square in the stomach. The man doubled over, gasping for air, but Tharn didn't let up. He pinned him against the wall and whispered something else, something I couldn't hear, but whatever it was, it made the guy nod frantically, like he was begging for his life.

I couldn't believe it. I had never seen Tharn like this before. He looked... dangerous. Like he had a side to him that no one else knew about. And honestly? It terrified me.

After a few tense moments, Tharn let go of the guy, who scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the alley like his life depended on it. And Tharn? He just stood there, calm and collected, like nothing had happened.

I didn't know what to do. Should I confront him? Run? Hell, I wasn't even sure what I felt anymore. But one thing was for sure-this was not the Tharn I thought I knew.

I stayed hidden until he left, and as he walked away, disappearing into the night, I was left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

What the hell had I just witnessed? Who was Tharn, really? And why did I feel like I was in way over my head?

The next day, everything seemed back to normal. Tharn was back to his nerdy, well-put-together self-glasses, tidy uniform, and that same irritatingly perfect posture. It was as if nothing had happened the night before. No bar, no kiss, no shady alleyway encounter.

But I couldn't stop staring at him.

I kept replaying everything in my head-the kiss, the way he walked away, and most of all, what I saw him do after the bar. Who the hell was Tharn, really? And how was he able to act like none of it happened? Like he wasn't hiding some dark, dangerous secret?