"Alright, guys! That's it for today, I won't give you any homework over the weekend, but you should seriously spend some time to learn for the exam, I don't like my students to receive bad marks!", Mrs. Hart looked around the room.

My classmates just remained silent and waited for her to pack up her things. No one was allowed to pack up until Mrs. Hart was done with whatever she was doing.

The moment she started to take her stuff I left the room. As fast as possible.

I didn't look back, this would just waste additional time. I could hear some faint calls for my name but even considering to go back could mean my doom for today. I was really close to having a whole week without anything to happen to me and I had no interest in messing that up.

I was on the second floor of the main building and the thing I needed to do was go down and go across the whole campus.

Easy right? Not really.

They knew the ways I would choose to avoid them, I wonder how the same way has worked from the start of the week since today. My way was actually pretty simple, no secret passages or hidden doors on the walls. The thing I did was taking the longest route to get there. They either got bored waiting for me, or they had something else to do.

It took nearly twenty minutes until I was close to the cafeteria. We had lunch breaks that were forty minutes long, I wasted some time, got to the cafeteria, purchased my food and then I immediately go to the toilets on the third floor. The ones that aren't used as much.

I quickened my pace. The cafeteria was just a few steps away from me, I just needed to be fast enough.

I was sure that no one had followed me, these few steps were the thing that kept a bad day from being a disastrous one. There were some things that people liked about high school, bullying clearly wasn't one of those things.

"Hey, midget! Come over here!" I heard the voice of one of them, making me cringe before turning to them. Five people, every one of them bigger, and most importantly, stronger than me.

God fucking damn it.

I was just about to reach the doors, but it seemed like there was no going away today. I gulped, making myself look even weaker than I already did.

"Where were you off to, Jacob?", one of them asked, making a baby-like voice that made me feel sick as soon as I heard him. As soon as I heard him talking like that, I knew that there really was no way to talk my way out of this situation.

I felt my fists tighten real hard without me really wanting to, I should stop doing that. Every single one of these movements could worsen my day. Unnecessary aggression. I looked around to check if a teacher was nearby. These people don't like it when I cling to them, but I didn't have another choice. 

"I was going to the cafeteria, to get myself some food," I murmured. I felt weaker the more I was forced to talk to them.

The smiles of them went even wider than they already were. The one in the front came closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder. It might look like he was friendly from the outside, but he really wasn't. He put pressure on my shoulder, causing me to tremble by just trying to stay the same.

"Jacob, we missed to spend our lunch together with you, why don't you come with us? We have more than enough food for all of us." He now changed the way he pressured me and started to push me towards his group of friends.

"Yeah, Jake, why don't you come with us? How long has it been? Four days already? I thought you had some fun the last time with us!", another Person, Wyatt said.

I didn't respond, felt something inside me drop. It was my stomach. I felt like throwing up.

It hadn't been a good idea to come through this way. They figured it out.

No one seemed to care, not that I expected the other students to help me. No one messed with the members of the football club. Popular, all of them, and they knew it. They used their superiority against other people and no one could do anything about it. You could just hope that they wouldn't notice you. 

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Not in my case. 

That's because I was in the same class as these people. Twenty-two people in my class, 10 of them boys, while eight of them belonged to the football team. It was just my bad luck to be put inside the class with the physically gifted people. My class was the popular one, the only thing that bothered people was me. I was the eyesore.

The most important thing for them was their performance in sports or anything that had to do with physical activity. At first, they were rather friendly. They tried to change me, make me a better person, which was how they liked to call it. Me being weak and smaller than them wasn't doing any good for me. Everyone had a height of at least six foot two inches, compared to them with my height of five feet seven I was a dwarf.

After noticing that I wouldn't fit them, the bullying started. Whenever something was about to happen, the other students looked away, ignored me and tried to make it seem like I was not even there.

"Come on, let's go to our special place!" 

I was being dragged to one of the less visited places of the campus, the narrow open space between the library and the wall that marked the end of the campus. This location was where the smokers liked to chill originally, but they gradually stopped to come here. I guess it had something to do with them.

"There we are, our little, always empty space. Space that is held free for us and our 'lunch'," Wyatt laughed to which the others joined as well. He pushed me in far too fierce for me to handle. My legs gave in and I fell onto the ground.

Their laughter got louder, they were really enjoying themselves.

"Look at this midget, we didn't even start and his weak ass legs already gave in!" Brandon was pointing his finger at me.

I stood up again and tried to get the dust off my clothes. It was disgusting, no one cleaned the ground here. The laughter suddenly stopped, which made me feel uneasy. They stared at me while the leader of their group, Anthony slowly walked up to me.

I noticed how I trembled, something about this guy made me feel more fear than the other people. Was it the fact that he was at least six and a half feet tall, or that his whole body was just a mass of muscles?

I didn't know but I wasn't prepared for whatever was going to come.

"I heard that you joined the boxing club, is that true?" Anthony asked me and leaned on the library's wall, his right arm was even reaching behind me.

"Y- yeah that's right", fuck, I stuttered again, "I joined the boxing club, is there a problem with it?" I looked up to him and saw how his expression turned into a frown.

"Ya heard that, guys?", he turned to his friends, "It seems like this bitch is getting cocky." He looked back to me again and grabbed me by the sleeve of my shirt. I couldn't even react to it.

"Did you think that we wouldn't hear of this, that you could just train and fuck us up later," his voice got louder with every word he spoke, "Do you think we're stupid?" He slammed his fist into my stomach.

I groaned loudly, feeling unbearable pain. He let me fall, which I immediately took as a chance to roll up like a hedgehog. I couldn't do anything else. My breathing got worse, each breath I took hurt like hell.

I felt disgusted with what I did. I felt worthless.

"What is it, huh?", he yelled at me, "Why don't you stand up and fight us like you wanted to. Wasn't that the purpose of it. Beating us up after joining the club? Every single student at this school snickered when they heard that you joined the club. But not because you out of all people joined. They laughed at us because they took it as a sign of you insulting us. Do you think that we'll just let you humiliate us?" He kicked me multiple times at my back.

I screamed. It hurt.

It fucking hurt.

I couldn't let this go on without me ending in the hospital. I knew that they weren't going to stop. They needed to set an example.

I lifted my head and turned my look to him. He was smiling, "What is it, do you feel like beating us up now?" The others laughed, they didn't feel that it was necessary to join him.

He kicked me again, this time my head.

I hit the wall, making the impact even worse. Two sides of my head hurt. My head throbbed and I felt my blood rise.

I wanted to go home. I just wanted to get out of this situation.

The pain subsided and I somehow managed to stand up and get into the fighting position I learned two days ago. Left hand in front of me, the right hand further apart from the opponent to ensure maximized force.

Anthony made an ugly face seeing me like that and then laughed even more than his friends, "Look at this pathetic waste of space! He thinks he can do something about it!", his body loosened and he relaxed. "Come on, hit me! I'll let you have the first punch!"

The pressure I felt in my head got stronger and before I could think about it I hit him. My hand felt funny, I couldn't feel any pain but I know that I fucked my hand up.

"Shut the fuck up, Anthony!" I yelled at him.

What was wrong with me?

Deadly silence.

Anthony held his head and the others came closer. "Hey! What the fuck was that?", Wyatt wanted to pass Anthony, looking more threatening than the rest. I could feel his desire to beat me up. But Anthony, who had already recovered from my feeble attempt to defend myself, stopped him with a motion of his hand.

"So you want to learn it the hard way?" His question was nothing more than a whisper.

The last thing I saw was a fist coming close to my face, but I didn't feel the impact.