Chapter 5 A second time

• Watching him as he packed his books, with His entire focus on what he was doing, made me feel bad.
• I know I'm the one that spoke of him not being a friend, but it hurts. It hurts to be ignored by the only human I know who hasn't bullied me before.
• "Mate." I try calling him once more, go tell him how apologetic I was for how I treated him.
• "Don't call my name. You're not qualified." Darkly glaring at me as if I'm the cause of the unusual sales increase in the market, he walked out of the class while I stood like a fool.
• I guess this is how it's going to be from now on. Had I not been stupid enough to say those hurtful words, I would have had a new friend close by instead of an enemy.
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• Currently, it's our break time, and others have gone to the cafeteria to eat.
• With nothing worthwhile to do, I decided to stroll through the empty corridors. I decided to walk not for anything other than the bullying in the cafeteria.
• I don't have the strength to endure being accidentally tripped. It's just gotten too old and obvious.
• Going to the cafeteria Isn't an option for me at all. It's far better I spend the afternoon walking than being bullied in front of the entire school.
• I don't want to be their afternoon entertainment for today.
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• I sat on the bench outside the school building.
• Looking through the empty field(one that's undoubtedly going to be filled during groups and club time.), I sigh as I thought about how cruel the world is to me, and how cruel I am to myself.
• Times like this when I have thoughts of cruelty in mind are days I feel like just vanishing from the face of the Earth. It feels like that's an option I'll likely take.
• "And who might we have here?"
• I turn at the sound of the familiar voice.
• "If it's not the stupid lonely creepy boy with violet eyes." Tar's friend smirked.
• Just seeing the two made my heart skip a beat. My breathing picked up speed, my bones shaking in fear, and my mind conjuring just how best to escape from these two.
• I can't afford to be here with them. I just got an injury yesterday, I can't allow them to hit me again.
• I might not fight them, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to run for dear life should that be necessary. If there's one thing am good in, it's running.
• My bullies have made me learn how to run. They've made me a sprinter without even knowing that.
• "Don't!" I hastily stood from the bench and picked my bag from the floor.
• Tightly clutching onto it, I turn to run.
• "Don't even think of that," Tar said in a warning tone.
• He must have noticed the running stance I took. "Running will make things far more difficult for you, love. You better not do that." He slowly strode towards me. Pety smirked at us as his friend advanced towards me.
• Watching him walk, I can do nothing other than stand and watch him advance.
• My heartbeat accelerated with each steady step he took.
• Pety might be the head of my bullies, but the one I detest most is Tar. He's a sadistic son of a...
• "Aren't you a scared little boy?" He sneers. "You're too petite, if someone isn't careful, they'll think you're a female." He smirked.
• He said those words to get a raise from me. He wants to make me so angry I'll try to attack him. That way, his actions will be justifiable.
• With those words said, he raised a brow at me, clearly expecting me to do something about those words.
• What he doesn't know is this, I've got a very thick skin. None of what he said will in any way affect me.
• I can't give him the satisfaction of knowing the words he said affects me.
• Seeing the first words didn't make me as angry as he wants, he thought more.
• "You're too Pathetic and hopeless." He trailed his hand down my face "this must be the reason your birth mother abandoned you. She doesn't want a child like you."
• I tried to ignore his words. I tried to make it as if I'm not in any way affected by the words he spoke, but that proved impossible.
• I might not react to any words you say about me, but not when you mention mother. She's my trigger point.
• "Don't you dare mention my mother's name!" I darkly glared at him as my mood got darker.
• "You can insult me all you want, but never you dare add my mother's name to your words. Never you dare do that." I stand straighter.
• "And he spoke back." Smirking at his victory, Tar punched me in the stomach. "I'll teach you never to talk when others are doing so." He kicked my stomach.
• The pain made me curl into a protective circle as my hand clutched onto my poor stomach as I silently cried.
• Oddly enough, I thought of Mate. My mind tried to conjure him.
• Pety who was still watching laughed in an unrestrained way, his laughter sounding more like that of a pregnant cow.
• "I'll...."
• "Touch him again, and you'll regret ever being born." A voice I've been wishing to hear said in a very tight voice.
• My heart leapt in joy at his words. A sigh of relief escaped.
• "And who might you be, newbie?" Pety asks.
• "A person that just enrolled today thinks he can tell us what to do?" Tar laughs.
• " I have the right to tell you what to do and what not to do.
• Like right now I'm telling you this. Let him go!" He growled.
• Hearing him speak, one won't know he's a thirteen-year-old boy just like I am. You'll think him far older than his age.
• "And what will you do if we don't let him go?" I can hear the smugness in Pert's voice.
• "You leave me with no choice." He said, his tone having a note of finality in them.
• "Go your way. We'll be lenient on you this time as this is your first time here. Know this newbie, don't ever poke your nose where it won't suit." Pert frowned.
• "I'll poke my nose wherever I want. You have no right to tell me what I'm to do and what I'm not."