Chained To The Bully #5 Bully Series

Arden

It’s just another year another year in this hellhole called school. I’ve been counting down the days until I leave and I can’t wait to get away from this hypocrisy. I’ve been stuck in this hell hole five years, five damn years too long. I’ve tried to convince my mom to shift me to a different school but of course, the bitch decided it was better for me to continue to get bullied instead of going to another school where no doubt there are other bullies, but it can’t be as bad as it is here. I’ve seen so much shit going on here since I started most kids leave because of the constant bullying which is underlooked by our headteacher so much for an anti-bullying clause this place needs to realise that bullying is an everyday occurrence and it needs to be nipped in the bud.

The head teacher is an asshole and the father of the worst bully here at Southern High: Langdon Whitlock. Grade A asshole with a capital A. I’ve yet to be on the other side of his wrath cause I simply fleet through life and I’m like a fucking ghost around here and that’s the way I’d like it to stay.

Let’s hope I keep off his radar this year. It’s our last and once it’s done I’m getting the fuck out of here. But no one knows that valid piece of information, not even my mother. I’ve got into college but the kicker is it’s around two hundred miles away from here away from the snide comments and bullies away from Langdon fucking Whitlock. Mom doesn’t know I’m going to live with relatives. She won’t be too pleased that I’m leaving but I don’t give two shits about it. Some other sap can take care of her. I’ve done my time so once school is out I’m out of here.

Even if my grades are diabolical and they decide I’m not worth the risk I’ve still got family who have things lined up if all goes to shit.

I weave my way through the corridors making sure I do not bump into anyone, but it’s nearly impossible as I get bumped into trying to get through with the occasional “Hey nerd watch it!” sneered at me.

I roll my eyes defiantly, assholes.

I finally make it to class or registration whatever the hell you prefer to call it in this hell and sit down. The teacher calls our names for the register then gives us our timetables for our last and final year. The bell rings and we leave for our first lesson. I’m usually good at keeping time, unlike the rest of these sad pathetic people, I actually like learning so I can go into something I want to do and not be forced to do.

I sit at the front of the class well almost in the front as I don’t want to get paper balls thrown or spat at. I’ve learned from the first and last mistakes I made when I was here in my first year. I sit close to the centre because those who are here for shits and giggles and do not want to learn to sit at the back.

Everyone starts to come in. There are a few seats left at the back of the room making me wonder if there are more kids to come into this class. The teacher sighs and behind the lesson, the door flies open and in walks the most feared boys in our year, Landon Whitlock and two of his cronies, maybe the other one isn’t in this class. No one dares say a word.

The teacher looks at them to ask why they dared to disrupt her class but one glare from Whitlock she clams. I roll my eyes, pathetic no wonder nothing gets done about bullying here the teachers are too scared to talk to these morons.

He nods at his two friends and they head towards the back of the class. As he walks by his eyes connect with mine he grins at me and in that moment, that very moment as my heart seizes and almost drops I know I’m in the shit.

Langdon

Dylan and Elias followed me into the class. We were hanging outside having a smoke. I know my father doesn’t like the idea of me smoking, but I don’t give two shits. I smoke more than fags, but if my father found out he’d have my head and not just mine my friends and my twin brother as well. At least Tate isn’t here forced to listen to fathers bullshit cause he’s the head teacher of this shit hole. He keeps telling me to book my ideas up and make this year count so I can get a decent job and stop bullying innocent kids who have done nothing to me. What the fuck does he know? If it wasn’t for my friends I would be where those kids were now. I know it doesn’t make sense that the bullied kid turned into the biggest bully and ashole in this shit hole of a school where practically nothing gets done about kids like me cause they all turn a fucking blind eye to the shit that going on right in front of their damn faces and too damn scared to report it to my father.

I strode confidently down the aisle between the chairs everyone knows not to sit at the back cause that’s our place so we can zone out and sleep and make some poor sap do the work for us. She looks up from where she sits and our eyes connect the big blue orbs hidden under the glasses on her face. I grin at her maliciously knowing that I’ve got my next sap. I’ll make her do all the work and maybe I’ll reward her. Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking of rewarding the dark-haired nerd two rows in front of us.

I haven’t seen her around school, but I’m going to make it my mission to get to know her and get her to do what I can’t be bothered to do: My work. And maybe just maybe I’ll pass this year and make my dad proud of me for once.

I sat down and my friend grinned at me and shook their heads. “Do you guys have any idea who the girl is two tables up?”

“I think her name is Arden. She’s some kind of ghost around here. She has no friends and keeps herself to herself.”

“She’s also a nerd.”

I grin sadistically.

“You’ve found your next target haven’t you?”

My grin grows wider. “Indeed I have the poor little puppy, won’t know what’s hit her.”

They all laugh and the teacher throws a death glare towards us. We roll our eyes. We don’t give two shits about this lesson, just the nerd two tables in front. I’ll make her do all my work, giving me time to do whatever I want. I look at my friends who are shaking their heads trying not to laugh. I think they want in on it too. But I saw her first.

The bell finally goes at the end of the lesson. We all packed up when I looked around for my little puppy. She was gone like a goddamn ghost.

“Told ya.”

“Whatever, let’s get out of here it’s stifling.”

They nod in agreement and we leave to head for our next lesson.

Kayson

I never thought I would be moving from our old house, but here I was, a new school, a new year at school and my last. My mother wasn’t too pleased that we had to get up and leave. She had a good job there and I had decent friends. I wasn’t sure if I would find any at my new school. I have visited once and I had heard the whispers in the corridors about some dude called Tate.

He was called a beast and not in a good way. I had made a mental note not to bump into him and get on his wrong side. So here I am Wednesday morning navigating my way through the corridors to find my first lesson in the hope that I wouldn’t get lost. I turned the corner following the directions I had been given only moments ago. I smacked bang into a wall. I was so immersed in the map trying to find my first class, had I misguided a wall?

“What do we have here?” A rumble came from the wall.

Did walls even talk? If they did, I’d be hallucinating.

“I think it’s the new kid everyone is talking about,” another voice chimed in. “No shit.”

I think I should go. I try to move around the wall in front of me but it seems to follow me.”

“I’m not done with you yet, new kid.”

Shit.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.”

I slowly raise my eyes and I wish I hadn’t the guy was as big as a brick shit house with the most piercing green eyes I’ve ever seen. “What’s your name, new kid?”

“What’s it got to do with you?”

They all chuckle. “I like this kid, he’s got balls.”

“Yeah, big brass balls that are going to get him in trouble.” he glared at me. “I’ll ask you again, new kid, what’s your name and don’t test me or you won’t like the consequences.”

“Kayson.”

“Kayson, what?”

“Frasier.”

“kayson Fraiser, what?”

“I haven’t got any more names.”

“You say, sir.”

I look at him confused.

“You’re not a teacher.”

“No, I’m not, but I could be your worst nightmare.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

He chuckles

“Come on Tate, we’ll be late for class and we don’t want to be late.”

He rolls his eyes. He slaps my face a few times. He grins. “This can be kept for the next time we meet Cayson Fraiser.” he grins winking, walking away with his friends. Wait was he whomever one was talking about?

Fuck.