Thrust Into His Arms

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Bullying Chronicles II

The several bottles and cans of what looks like alcohol in a bucket filled to the brim with ice.

And the pills. They are drugs. I don’t need to be told that. The hard illegal substances that can get one serious capital jail time punishment if merely found in one’s possession. Let alone doing t.

The money and the influence this people have might most likely make them invincible to legal punishment if word of this were to get to the police or the drug enforcement. Attempting to report this would be a suicide.

The pipe they’re smoking and the atmosphere itself is all giving messed up vibes.

I imagine if those bottles were to be smashed on someone’s head. Or if one person here accidentally overdoses on those white pills and dies. I imagine blood all over. Or a body that just passes on without blood spillage or pressure struggle. Then this place is going to be like those club crime scenes that I have seen on the news about when people are killed in nightclubs.

Center of academic excellence my ass. They built a place like this for students to ruin themselves when they are supposed to be studying and call it academic excellence. Could there be a much higher level of pardoned delinquency elsewhere? I look at all of them one by one. I now even know their names.

I might be mixing it up. It doesn’t matter though. They are the type of people one would choose time and time again to not remember. Curtis Lin. His parents are into the healthcare businesses. They own most of the private healthcare facilities in the country. His cousin—Lucas Lin’s father is a well-known politician. Dominic Mayfield. His mother, Laura Mayfield is a star actress with a strong net worth. I hear he also does part-time modeling. Then there’s Brooke Baldwin. Her dad is the CEO of a well known automobile company. She is an Influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers on all her socials. She is more than a wannabe celebrity.

These are the main ones. Everyone else is a mere background compared to them. Then there is Calyx Lamont. He is the ultimate—telling from how the others respect him.

There is no information on what his parents does or who he is exactly. But he is known to be filthy rich. My ears explode from the crazy amount that he and the others places on bettings. Apparently he does illegal car racings. He is great at playing chess too.

Heard he was once scheduled to compete in nationals but he never showed up. The narrative sounds like a really long time ago which means he was young then. The hair on my skin raises when Curtis approaches me.

He is holding a cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. I feel a knot in my stomach. "Here, try it." He says, holding it front of my face.

"No thanks." I politely refused. He smiles funny.

"Don’t be scared. Just take a drag. Observe, like this." He demonstrates by taking a drag and blowing out the smoke directly in my face. I quickly turned away so I would not inhale more smoke than I already have.

"See? It is pretty simple right? Come on, do not make that face. You will enjoy it. I promise." He pushes. Not only do I hate smoking. It repulses me. So deeply now because of them. I don’t understand the satisfaction they get from taking in harmful smokes into their lungs. One of the things that I can never be influenced into doing is smoking and doing drugs. "I said no." I raised my voice a little to firmly get the point across. He does not seem to like that. His face darkens. The others notice and starts to watch us. Attention has shifted to me again.

I had managed to stay inconspicuous but he just had to ruin that. Swearing seemed appropriate in this moment. Anger swirled hot through my body, tensing my muscles into thick cords. ƒreewebɳovel.com

But all I could do except pressing my palms to my knees and holding it was stare helplessly at him. Letting the situation sear itself more into my brain. Panic, verging on hysteria, seized me. Outwardly, I showed very little of it. Keeping an expressionless face schooled on. The only form of revenge my cowardly self could do was be a robot and not let show how much what they are doing affects me.

I remind myself that I would not have to put up with it when they graduate. I will be calm and composed. Not a single hair out of place. "Sorry for the misunderstanding. I kinda made it sounded like you had a choice.

But you actually don’t. Now take this while I’m asking nicely, hmm?"

"Go on, bitch. Take it." Brooke adds. "I really don’t—" A slap renders me unable to finish the words. My face and hair whipping to the side at the force of Brooke’s slap. I look at them through the hair covering my face.

"This bitch won’t listen. Hold her. We’ll stuff it into her nose instead."

"No." I try to stand up but was pushed down and held by so many hands. My head held in place by Curtis.

I scream, terrified as Brooke brings the cigarette to my nostrils. The burning end of it.

I shout to be let go of, my eyes widening in real fear. But they all laugh in amusement. I closed my eyes, silently accepting my fate.

Then I feel them stoping, their hold on me loosening.

Brooke moves away. I see that Calyx just came in. I don’t know why I feel relief at his presence. I’m not bullied much by the others when he is around. His eyes centers on the cigarette in Brooke’s hand. Then he looks at me. Curtis and the others stops holding me.

His eyes slowly darts to everyone. Falling on me for a second. "What are you guys doing?" He asks in a low, lazy tone.