𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | timothée chalamet

bullied

My whole life, I've been the joke of my area. The 13 years I've went to school have been full of bullying nonstop. I'm an experienced victim really. I've learned how to rub everything off my shoulder and ignore what's done or said to me on the daily.

The only person who ever treated me normally was my friend, my only one really, Timothée. He was always the one who stood up for me and was there when no one else was.

Him hanging out with me is always really surprising since he's one of the most popular kids at my school. He doesn't give a shit about popularity, which is a quality i love about him.

Although I always put a front around the other kids at school, everything happening to me was always somehow affecting me.

Anything pointed out about me becomes a new insecurity. My mental health is always going downhill. I hate myself more everyday.
But Timothée always distracts me from all that, he's the only thing keeping me going really.

My bullies are Kevin Mac and his group. They're always harassing me around the hallways trying to find a way to annoy the fuck out of me and somehow hurt my feelings.

I hated my body, I hated the way I looked, I hated my hair. I can't help but look at myself in the mirror with pure disgust. And the things they do and say to me are never helping. I don't even know what they have against me.

I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly remember that Timothée was coming over to take me to a party. fuck, i don't want to go. "I'll drag you there if i have to." I remember him saying and groan.

"Hey." I say as I open the door. "Hi. Why aren't you dressed? I told you I'd take you to Sam's party tonight." "I don't want to go." "Come on Y/N, it's gonna be fun." "I'm not in the mood."

"i did say i'll drag you if i had to so choose your fate." "Timothée, I don't want to be surrounded by these people anymore. All they ever do is judge and hate me so why display myself to them and give them the chance to if I can just stay home, eat ice cream, and binge watch modern family." "Because I want you to come."

"Ughh. Is kevin gonna be there?" "I don't know. I don't think so. Did he do something again?" "He's always doing something... But uh- but"
"what?" "This time he uhm- he." "He what?"

I don't reply and instead just push down the hem of my shirt to show him the bruise. Kevin mac fucking hit me today. "What the fuck!?"

"Yeah..." "Y/N, you shouldn't keep this to yourself. This has gone too far, we need to tell principle Morgan." "But I don't-" "I understand that you don't want to rat them out but Y/N this shouldn't go any longer. You've had enough and you don't deserve anymore of this. Especially if it's starting to get physical."

"You're right..." "Come here..." he says, opening his arms for me. "I really care about you okay. I don't want to see you get hurt." And that was the moment I realized how much I liked Timothée. "Thank you, Timmy."

"Now, come on. Get ready. We're gonna go to the party and enjoy ourselves as we should." "God, you still didn't forget about that." "Quickly." "Fine. Alright." I give in.

I run up to my room and throw on a hot pink tube top and styled it with leather pants and leather jacket. I put some eyeliner and lip gloss. For the first time in a really long time, I think I look good. Really good.

"I'm ready." I shout on my way down the stairs. "Oh, wow. You look really nice. Who are you trying to impress, huh? Tell me." he smirks. You dumbass. "No body I guess." "hmm. I don't believe you." "Let's just go."

We walk into the party a few minutes later and for once no one's talking shit about me. I look around and there's no signs of kevin thankfully. "I'm gonna go get us drinks." Timothée tells me. "Okay, I'll just wait here."

The minute Timothée's out of sight someone else comes to my view. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Kevin says. "Leave me alone Kevin, we're not doing this here too." I exclaim. "And why not?"

He grabs my hand and start pulling me towards a wall. "You look good. Too good not to mess with." "Kevin stop." I say as he puts his arms around me and traps me against the wall. "I'm gonna have to ruin your make up."

I push and tremble but nothing's budging, he's way stronger than me. "Anybody! Help!" "Shut up you whore!" And just as the words come out of his mouth a hand runs into his jaw.

"Do not call her that. Ever again. If I ever see you messing with her or laying a hand on her again, you'll have to deal with me." Timothée shouts. "Fuck you." He grabs my hand and leads me to the door.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Yes. Thank you so much. I thought I wasn't gonna get out of this one." "He's a fucking dickhead. One second your his shaming target and the other his sex doll. Something's up that kid's ass."

"Calm down. It's fine. I'll definitely have to give principle Morgan's office a visit after that one. I'm sorry for never listening to you." "And I'm sorry for forcing you to come here and bringing you into this." He apologizes.

"It's okay. Really. I'm fine. It wasn't your fault." "No it is. I'm the one who always wants you around and the one who pulled you out of bed to come this party and I'm the one who's fucking in love with you." he admits.

My jaw drops to the ground as what he just said sinks in. "I didn't mean to blurt that out, I'm sorry about that too. Please just act like you didn-" I cut him off by crashing my lips into his the minute I got the confirmation of what he just said. "Timmy I think I'm in love with u too."

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