Take a Shot (Seddie One-shots)

The Bully (STORY)

Hey Guys! I GOT ELEVEN WHOLE READS ON THE LAST CHAPTER! WOOOO! I didn't expect this to get any reads at ALL since Seddie is pretty much dead since the ending of Sam and Cat... Moment of silence...

Freddie kept his head down as he walked around the park alone. Sam still hadn't come back to the park, and he was slowly losing his little mind without seeing those pretty blue orbs again. She was his first friend, and things like that are something you never forget. He waved over to his mother who was across the park as she stared at him. She waved back, and that's when a group of people formed a circle around her. Freddie was confused, but he shrugged it off, and he continued to walk. He pulled the crumpled up Snickers wrapper from his pocket. He smiled at it as he walked, remembering that day. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't paying any attention to where he was going.

"Fred! How you doing?" He asked with fake happiness, a threating look in his eyes.

"Jerry... Hey..." Freddie looked down at his feet, and realized he stood right on the edge of the sandbox. He gulped. At age 9, Jerry was the oldest kid on the playground, and at about a billion pounds, Freddie was sure he was the heaviest person there. He'd had a problem with Freddie ever since the first day he came to the park, and Freddie just didn't understand why. He gulped, and stepped backward from him, his eyes widening in fear.

He smirked at Freddie, backing him up into a tree, his cold grey eyes staring into his warm brown ones, that were now filled with fear.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my sandbox, Fred, He said angrily, glaring at him, a sickening look on his face.

"O-Oh... uh... Jerry... I'm really sorry..."

"What's the matter with you, you idiot? Upset because your daddy's away? Or because your girlfriend ain't coming back either?"

"S-Stop it..."

"You know she doesn't like you, right? That day on the swings didn't mean a single thing. She hates your guts as much as everyone in the park does. Why do you think she's not here right now?"

"T-That's not true..."

"No one likes you, not one single person, you nerd!"

"Y-Yes... Yes, they do..." He laughed, a shallow, demeaning laugh and he looked coldly at Freddie.

"What gave you that idea? Your dad? Why do you think he went away in the first place?!"

"Stop I-it Jerry..."

"You think he loves you, just because he gave you that stupid pin? Go ahead Fred! Brag about you dad, brag about how he's 'so brave' that he's 'your hero' that he's the best person you've known your whole life! Go on!"

Freddie stayed quiet, looking at the ground and not meeting Jerry's gaze.

"Go on!"

"I-I..."

"You see that? Quiet... because you know... you know that he's nothing but a complete fake and when he DIES in that war, I'll be here to laugh and smile at his grave. Maybe I can take your little girlfriend along with him, and they can lay in that grave together..."

"Shut up..." Freddie whispered, squeezing his eyes tight.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked tauntingly, looking into Freddie's eyes.

"I SAID TO SHUT UP!" He yelled, shoving Jerry away angrily fuming. Jerry hardly moved an inch, and when he looked up at Freddie, his eyes were full of anger, and he was fuming. Freddie's mouth dropped open in surprise, and he leaned against the tree, scared out of his wits.