Watching him as he packs his books. His entire focus on what he's doing, made me feel bad.
I know am the one that talked of him not being a friend, but it hurts. It hurts to be ignored by the only human I know that haven't bullied me before.
"Mate." I try calling him once more. I want him to know am sorry about the words I spoke about him not being a friend.
"Don't call my name. You're not qualified." Darkly glaring at me as if am the cause of the unusual selling increase in the market, he walk out of the class while I sat there watching him Leave.
I guess this how it's going to be from now on. Had I not being stupid enough to say those hurtful words, I would have had a new friend close by instead of an enemy.
*
Currently, it's our break time, and others have gone to the cafeteria to eat.
With nothing worthwhile to do, I start walking through the empty corridors. I decided to walk not for anything other than the bullying in the cafeteria.
I really don't have the strength to endure been accidentally tripped. It's just gotten too old and obvious.
Going to the cafeteria Isn't an option to me at all. It's far more better I spend the afternoon walking than to be bullied in front of the entire school.
I really don't want to be their afternoon entertainment for today.
*
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 on how cruel the world is to me, and how cruel I am to myself.
Times like this that 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 my the sound of the familiar voice.
"If it's not the stupid lonely creepy boy with violet eyes." Tar his friend smirked. His eyes taking me in.
Just seeing the two made my heart skip beats. My breathing picking 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 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!" hastily standing from the bench, I pick my bag from the floor. Tightly clutching on to it, I turn to run.
"Don't even think of that." Tar says 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 walk towards me. Pety smirking at us as his friend advances towards me.
Watching him walk, I can do nothing other than to stand and watch him advancing. My heart beat accelerating with each steady steps he takes.
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 and Small, 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 gotten 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 really affects me.
Seeing the first words didn't make me as angry as he wants, he thought on more.
"You're too Pathetic and hopeless." He trails 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 as if am 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 glare at him. My mood getting 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 talked back." Smirking at his victory, Tar punches me on my stomach. "I'll teach you never to talk when others are doing so." He kicks my stomach.
The pain made me curl into a protective circle. My hand clutching on to my poor stomach as I silently cried.
Oddly enough, I thought of Mate. My mind trying to conjure him.
Pety who's 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 being wishing to hear said in a very tight voice.
My heart leaped in joy at his words. A sigh of relieve escaping.
"And who might you be newbie?" Pety asks.
"A person that just enrolled today thinks he can tell us what to do?" Tar laughs.
"Am your worst nightmare. I have the right to tell you what to do and what not to do.
Like right now am telling you this. Let him go!" He growls.
Hearing him talk, one won't know his a thirteen year old boy just like I am. You'll think him far more 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 frowns.
" I'll poke my nose wherever I want. You have no right to tell me what am to do and what am not."