Bullied By The Bad Boy (Book 1)

{4}: Lies..

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Bullied by the bad boy
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SUMMER'S POV

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to speak falsely or utter untruth knowingly, as with intent to deceive. to express what is false; convey a false impression. to bring about or affect by lying (often used reflexively): to lie oneself out of a difficulty; accustomed to lying his way out of difficulties.

Knowing everyone in the hole entire world lies... even me thee Summer write the nerd lies but I do it for occasional reasons why? You tell me well if your me getting beat up every day you have to lie about the bruises and the cuts.

Getting up for another sickening day of hell don't get me wrong I love school but not what hides in it, picking out a boring outfit getting in the shower washing my aching body stepping out drying off putting on my clothes and shoes grabbing my backpack walking downstairs locking the door.

"I wonder what today is going to be like" my mind says sarcastically I shook my head thinking about the beatings their giving me, praying and hoping to god that I get a good day without me getting beat up making my way in the school parking lot everyone talking to their friends laughing " I wish we had friends" my mind says. sneaking my way in the school not wanting to get caught making my way in class sitting in the middle, the bell rung kids flowing in like a river taking their seats but not beside me as usually writing down my notes so far so good.

then suddenly I felt a paper ball being thrown at me turning around seeing tyler.." of course you forgot about Tyler dummy"  I shook my head saying "not my fault these kids are irrelevant people" the kids stopped talking I looked around cursing under my breath. "I said that out loud didn't I".

"freak who are you talking to?" says a girl looking at me with a bitch face I shrugged my shoulders blocking all the comments, I felt another paper ball being thrown at me I groaned getting tired of the same bullshit everyone gives me.

"Tyler can you stop with the shit," I said annoyed.

"make me fat ass" everyone erupted in laughter my cheeks burning with embarrassment I shifted in my seat so I was facing Tyler, "please Tyler I like to see you're point of view but I can't get my head so far up my ass".

Tyler looked at me with a cold glare I had a "what" face turning back round in my seat jotting more notes down.

"you're going to be dead meat freak"

"Yeah, I sure don't give a fuck I've been dealing with it for three almost four years". the bell rung I sprung out my seat rushing to math class, even though I have a smart mouth and good comebacks that don't mean anything I still get my ass beat sitting down in my seat pulling out my notebook and pencil kids already coming in giving me glares and bitch faces but I don't care used to it anyways.

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"So far so good am I right,"  my mind says with me agreeing with her "I have to say one of my best days in so long kin--". my rant in my head got caught off by somebody ramming my body to the lockers my back hurt with pain, tears daring to spill out but I don't let them, I looked up seeing Tyler and his crew but wondering where's carter.

"told you your were dead meat freak" he spat in my face with some much hatred nothing new there though, I got up by using the lockers kids surrounding us but getting knocked back down "wait what did I ever do to Tyler," I asked my mind.