the bully and the loner | tomtord

i - ghost

tom's pov

everyday, i wonder if i'm a ghost.

at home, i'm ignored. my mom left us and my dad is a stinky alcoholic. so he never bothers me because he's always at the bar, getting drunk.

but sometimes, just sometimes, i have to cry at night —

clutching my arm as it bleeds. a result for angering my father.

at school, no on pays attention. sure, i raise my hand to participate, i get called. but thats because no one else raises their hand. they're teachers, of course they have to pay attention. but the actual people, the students, i know that they don't have a single thought about me. i mean sure, the bullies do. but i don't consider them.

i am, what you call, a loner; a nobody.

the bell rings, students get up from their seats as they walk towards the cafeteria. it was lunch time. the girls gossip and the boys do whatever they want. the hallways are overrun with unhygienic people.

i arrive at the cafeteria, grabbed a tray, and proceeded to get this garbage that the school calls food. i saw someone approaching me at the corner of my eye so i started to pile up my food faster.

"hey there, freak." i hear the person whisper to my ear. my neck tingling from his hot breath. i turn around.

it was tord.

my feelings for him was confusing. he was a bully. he bullies me. but, even if his actions were humiliating and made a dent to my ego, even after the countless times he laughed at me, pointed at me, humiliated me. i had this weird knot in my stomach, a fluttering heart.

a crush, on this person who hates me.

"what do you want?" i ask, but then he slammed my food tray to the ground. the pieces of food were gone to waste now. and there was even a new stain on my perfectly washed, blue hoodie. a few cheers were heard.

"better pick that up. eh? tommy? you good for nothing bowling ball" he taunted as he went back to the popular guy's table. they patted him on the back. his mask of smugness fell a little as they taunted him that he should've done something better. i begrudgingly got another tray and started the process again.

bowling ball. a weird insult, you might say. but theres a reason for that. since birth, there happened to be a complication. and that resulted in my eyes being pure, dark black.

i sat on a table, alone. and began to eat the food. i keep glancing at tord's table. he's having so much fun. and laughter even echoes around the table. even if they're heartless, soulless monsters who keeps picking on weak people like me.

i know, my life sucks. i suck, everything else too. like, how can i have a crush on a person who bullies me? its so cliché. and i even think that he likes me back. just like some sort of weird love story.

i don't believe in love stories. another one of my characteristics.

so its safe to say that i really am a ghost. and that theres just a select amount of people who can see me, sadly.

like tord.