The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Prologue
August 2012-May 2013
Granada Texas
Deacon
Hi, my name is Deacon Forsythe. I have a question for you. Have you ever read one of those nerd/jock romances? If you have, then you are all too familiar with the cute, small, nerd type, right?
He would never hurt a soul and never, ever hate anyone, even the people that hurt him.
In stories like that, the so called 'nerd' is always the one that wears glasses, has a 4.0 GPA, is disgustingly nice to everyone he meets, right? Well, I hate those types.
Why you may ask. It's very simple, those types make the whole world think that if you wear glasses and always have your clothes on point, you're supposed to be a fucking saint.
I'm a perfect example of why I believe that.
Since as long as I can remember, I have been wearing glasses, making sure I make good grades and looking after my appearance. The only problem is with my personality.
You still don't get it? Okay…
Picture the lovable twink with glasses, button nose, scrawny arms, laughing about and just being nice and shit.
Okay, do you have that in your head? Now, keep the body, but give the personality a huge one hundred eighty-degree spin.
That's me.
It all started back when I began my first day at middle school. I was excited and scared just like any other kid my age. Who would I meet? Would it be nice? Would I make friends?
When I entered my first class it was all normal, everyone trying to make a good impression so that other kids would like them. Oh, and me being the naïve little child I was back then, tried to do the same. Luckily, I started talking to this one kid who seemed nice. He was nervous, just like I was and we became friends, or so I thought, during those few minutes that we had class.
When it came time for recess, the first thing I did was look for him. I went out to the playground and found him standing with a group of other boys. I beelined straight toward him.
As I walked toward him, I saw one of the other boys whispering in his ear while looking at me. He turned around and immediately faced me.
Now, I have to admit I was small, even at my age, and let's say the majority… okay… all of the other boys were taller than I was.
I stopped in front of him and just as I was about to speak, he fucking pushed me. I fell ass first on the ground while everyone laughed at me.
It didn't even register in my mind back then what had happened. I remember feeling hurt, sad, and scared. My eyes started to tear up and I couldn't stop it. I looked up into his face and do you know what I saw?
A gigantic smile on the little demon's face. Right then was when my mind just snapped. The hurt and sadness were instantly replaced with anger. Blood boiling anger! I jumped up off the ground and shocked him. I latched onto his arm and sank my teeth right into his shoulder.
I kept on biting until I heard him scream out in pain. He tried to unlatch my teeth from his shoulder, but that only made me sink further in. I felt someone wrap their arms around my shoulders, pulling me off. When they finally got me off and calmed me down enough to not want to go after him again, I looked at him, straight into his eyes.
I saw fear in his eyes, but not just his alone, but all the other kids around him, but you know what, I didn't care. I just wanted to make him feel what I felt.
Pain!
They learned a very valuable lesson that day. Never fuck with me again!
Afterward, we were taken to the principal's office. He did not look very happy having to deal with a problem on the very first day of school, but I just didn't care whether he was happy or not. I just wanted to tell him what this ass of a kid did to me.
The principal asked him to speak first and explain what had happened. To nobody's surprise, he lied about pushing me, and said that I had just attacked him for no reason at all. And, to top it all off, he had his lackeys lie for him. Of course, I told the principal that every word that came out of his and his friend's mouths were lies, but we all know whose side he chose.
He phoned my mother to inform her about the little love bite I gave the jerk. I mean, it wasn't even that big. It was red, but not that big! He was just being a pussy!
Anyway, my mom came to pick me up. When we got home, she took all my toys and my new comic books away, saying that I had to learn to play nice with other kids. I never even bothered trying to explain to her what had really happened. I knew she'd just say I was lying, just like the damn principal.
When she left my room and slammed the door shut, I quickly locked it. I ran to my bed and landed face first into my pillow. I couldn't control the tears that began to fall from my eyes. It was just so unfair for this to happen to me.
I learned three important things that day.
- Never try to be nice to people that don't deserve it.
- People will always lie to get themselves out of trouble.
- I hated people.
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