Bully (scomiche)

Stop Crying

I walked into school hoping Mitch wouldn't spot me. But he did as I was walking to my locker.
"Hey!  You messin with my man I here? " Sh*t. That boy Travis, Mitch must've told him about yesterday.
I turned to took at him. I immediately felt anxiety rush through my bones.
"H-h-huh?" I said, god damn I sound so nervous.
"Don't play dumb with me." Mitch pushed him out the way and stood in front of me.

Slap.
Slap.
Punch.
Kick.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap.
Punch punch punch kick punch.
I moaned in pain sitting on the floor with a bloody nose. "just can't stand you Noodle Hoying. And neither can anyone else." Wtf did I do Mitch. "f*g. Piece of sh*t." Travis kept spilling out hurtful words as I sat in the floor in pain. I wiped away tears.

I looked up to see Mitch's eyes glossy. Was he tearing up? He immediately wiped one and turned around.

He's crying..

"Have a great day b*tch a** h*e." You to Travis.
Mitch started walking. I knew he was crying, but why is he?
I stood up. "Mitch!" He stopped telling his friends to go.
"What do you want Hoying?" He said it like he wanted to knock me out.
"Why are you cryi-" he turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Shut the f*ck up Hoying and mind your own damn business?" He stormed away.

Damn.

I walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Mitch's P.O.V
I feel bad, but I also don't. He deserved this...right? He shouldn't have asked why I am rude to people. It's my life, my way of living.
If I want to be that way, I can. He wouldn't understand because is life must be perfect. He has a caring mom and dad. A pretty big house. Nicer clothes than me...now. My parents sold my expensive clothes to buy food for the family.
Why my clothes. Geez, my mom has more expensive clothes. Sell you're precious god damn clothes.
Slap.
Punch.
Punch.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap
Punch punch punch kick punch.
Stop crying.
You're making a fool of yourself.

Sorry if I am spelling things wrong or they just don't make sense😂 How was your day today?