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MARCEL'S P.O.V.
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School had ended quickly.
I walked out the front doors, ignoring the stares and giggles coming from a bunch of girls.
As I was walking down a sidewalk, I heard some footsteps behind me.
"Hey, you! Fag!" a familiar voice said.
Josh.
I kept walking, ignoring their taunting.
"Turn around, you manwhore!" he yelled, his friends laughing.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
I slowly turned around, seeing Josh and two of his friends.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" I said between gritted teeth.
"I said turn around, you manwhore." Josh said, cockily.
"Excuse me?" I told him, my anger issues getting the best of me.
"You heard me, MANWHORE! I heard you were fucking Georgia Rose in the janitor's closet." I looked at him in confusion. How the hell did that rumor spread so fast?
"Who did you hear that from?" I walked closer to him.
"The whole school is talking about it." he laughed.
I tried calming myself down and turned around. Just as I was about to start walking away, Josh murmured something. I turned back around to face him.
"What did you just say?" I asked him, my arms tensing.
"I said, how's your whore of a mom doing?" he laughed.
I tried calming down, breathing in and out. But I just couldn't control myself.
I punched him once again, the force causing him to stumble back into his friends' arms.
He wiped his bloody nose, his face a beet red from anger.
"You know what, Marcel? You're still a worthless piece of shit!" he yelled at me as he tried to punch me in the face. I grabbed his hand, stoping him from even touching me. I squeezed as hard as I could, hearing a cracking sound.
I let go.
He held his hand in pain, crying out.
"You gonna go cry to your mom?" I mimicked him, smirking.
"Dan, Sean, help me. Beat him." he ordered his friends. They looked at me with wide eyes, before shaking their head no.
"Sorry, man. We have to go." They both said as they hurried away.
"Fucking bastards!" Josh yelled as he looked back at me.
I approached him as he cowered down.
"P-please don't. I'm sorry, dude." he said. I looked into his grey eyes.
He wasn't sorry.
"You're lying." I told him as I threw a punch to his gut. He yelled out in pain.
"This is for what you've been doing to me all these years." I said, kicking him in the face. He fell all the way to the ground, groaning in pain, holding his now unnatural looking nose in his uninjured hand.
"And this is for calling my mother a whore." I kicked him hardest it the gut.
"And this, is just for the hell of it." I threw punches to his face and gut.
After I felt satisfied, I got up and walked away, leaving a moaning Josh to fend for himself.
"What a fucking coward." I muttered to myself as I walked home.
I smirked, realizing one thing;
They feared me.
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Hmmm...
What do you think of this Marcel?
