Bully

Chapter Two - Really fool?

I'm there like what the hay did you just say and then I literally see people in chairs with popcorn and a blanket.
"Uhhhh" is the only thing I say even though I'm thinking about all these comebacks and if I should ninja kick him into the wall.
"So uhh English?" by then I can see his little jock friends are smirking and this giant with almost a thin 80's bowl cut is making fun of me.

Options. Okay Im half asian to get that over with so I could pretend to speak some foreign language or I can just be like yo and all smooth or I could go ape on this dude.

"Ima go to break now" that's what I mumble and I hurry off to the cafeteria. Whoa they are so lucky I didn't hulk smash them into the floor. Like if I could even move a small pencil. I'm
always doubting myself in almost every way possible. Besides you know when I'm in the zone.

I see these old friends that I've know since kindergarten and I hurry over there and I tell them what happened. Of coarse now is when I think of the best comebacks and what I should've done, but I guess the pressure just went to my head. My friends tell me who he is. Gage Halair, I've seen him sometimes last year. Of coarse those times he was being a major show off because I was hanging out with girls. Don't get me wrong, hear me out. If you haven't noticed a lot of guys in my school are not the brightest or is always in trouble and I get dragged along or I just don't fit in. So I have mostly girls as friends, yeah they gossip ALOT and yeah they argue a lot but it seems they are the only people that actually slightly want something to do with me. So you could imagine how many people are always talking behind my back about it.

I look over off my friends shoulder and what do I see. Gage is talking with his so called friends from other wings about me and laughing. Wanna know how I know that? There staring at me and laughing, almost as if they want me to notice. Fricken jocks, because I don't do sports doesn't mean you have to be hating. If I had the power to humiliate this person now without them
knowing I was the one doing it, trust me I would. Break time is filled with so many people so practically the whole school would see.

I can't keep thinking like this. After all that slate of mine needs to be clean and stay clean. He probably had a reason behind that. Or not since jocks really hate me for some reason, but I'm not about that life anymore.