Not A Typical Bad Boy's Type

"Ouch! Wait a minute, freakin' chick!" With her eyes rolling, the lady in high red stilettos, torn jeans, and a tank top glared at me. She's enraged.

"I apologize. It wasn't on purpose; I was just-," When she tosses the fruit juice she was drinking before I bumped into her here on the ground, I'll simply explain myself.

"Oh! What were you thinking?" I began furiously, staring at my sticky-juice-covered garments.

'I've still got a class later!'

'What the heck is going on?!'

'You obnoxious b*tch!'

Those are the phrases that are now circulating in my head.

"You don't have the authority to do this! I know I ran into you while reading my scientific book, but this is excessive!" I yelled at her fiercely, but I don't believe she was upset by anything I said.

She speaks as though she has already won the war. A cloud of smoke on her face, together with her crimson lips and arched brows, makes me want to start World War III.

"Now, you know where you belong," she said. The lady acknowledged this and even took my identification.

"Julia Taylor–Wow, what a wonderful name for a victim like you," she said, laughing as she tossed my identification on the floor.

This is an average day on campus for a normal student. I tried to fight, but I still don't have the strength to fight for myself–even if it's simply to win a debate. I knelt on the ground to collect my ID after she went away, and I heard her yelling at me.

"Hey, you scumbag!"

"Know my name–I'm Loreta Louser, and it's much too good to meet you to start my day," she added, chuckling as she turned to face her way.

"What a b*tch," I said as I retrieved my book off the side of the road.

I don't mind that a lot of people are staring at me. There are a lot of predators on this campus, as well as a lot of prey. And due to my good fortune, I became one of the prey, a victim of the bullies. I sighed and adjusted my spectacles before walking inside my dorm as if nothing had occurred. This was a regular day on campus for the sufferers like me.

The instructors and campus coordinators all jumped in to assist the tormented pupils. They just want the money that the school gives them. That is why many bullies raise their spirits in order to bully more individuals.

I examine my reflection in the mirror next to my door. My heavy eyeglasses and the fact that my hair is now unkempt may convince them that I am weak, that they can bully me, but I am not! I'm not as wealthy as they are to dress the way they do, but I'm not a wimp! I'm fed up with being bullied.

I want to take a break from all I'm doing, but not for my own sake; it's for them. I examined the literature that I had brought with me.

"Those freakin' bastards can't even finish their homework when they can f*ck the females they want," I said, trying to take a breather.

In order to internalize and calm myself down, I completed the part of my morning habits in the restroom. I tried to take a bath as quickly as possible since I knew my next lesson would begin in a few minutes.

"Should I alter my hairstyle?" I started unconsciously.

"Will it be my spectacles or my dress?" When I came to a halt in my attempts to alter everything, I questioned myself in the mirror.

"Why should I?" you may wonder. I grinned and murmured to myself. I clenched my teeth and glanced in the mirror.

"Why should I alter myself for the sake of others? This is how I look and how I feel, therefore I should keep it that way." I shouted it passionately while wearing my spectacles.

***

Even still, strolling here in the corridor makes me nauseous, like if I were an ordinary student carrying all those books I mentioned before. Observing a large number of pupils being tormented, it seems like everyone is accustomed to it. The girls who have a lollipop in their mouths and the females who smoke in the corridor both giggle loudly. I try not to look because I don't want to get into any more disputes, and I'm over it.

I strolled through my class and sat in my chair after placing all of the books on the allocated chair of the persons who owned them. Because I know he'll be here in a minute, this is the class I despise the most.

When I heard a lot of my block mates silent for a bit, I thought to myself, "I should simply keep myself busy for-."

'He's arrived.' That's the only thing that comes to mind when I think about it.

'Yuone Williams–the one who usually makes my day harsh and all–is here in this room.'

I clenched my fist and didn't dare to glance at the person approaching from behind.

"Oh! Julia Taylor!" she exclaims. As soon as he spoke my name, I closed my eyes. He's just arrived, and it seems that I'm the only one he sees in this location.

'Do they seem to him or not?'

I'd want to ask him that question now and then, but I'd rather keep my lips shut. Even if I tell them I'm bold enough to answer all of their questions, I know I'll still be bullied in the end. I didn't dare to glance up and just disregarded him as if he were a breeze.

"What the heck, Julia isn't here? Is she deaf or something?!" He began yelling at the whole class. I wish I had the ability to freeze time or speed up the ticking of the clock. Before gazing at him, I took a deep breath and sighed.

"What's the matter, Yuone?" With an irritated expression on my face, I courageously questioned him. I don't want him to notice if I have even a smidgeon of a scared expression on my face. I'd want him to tattoo on his forehead the fact that I, Julia Taylor, will never be terrified of him.

Oh! He even peered at me inches away from my face and said, "I thought Julia was deaf now." He grinned as I ventured to glance at him.

He grinned and remarked, "What a bold girl."

When he put his hand on my face and asked me to look at him straight, I shouted, "F*ck off, you don't have the right to touch me."

"Why? You don't like it? Many of the females on campus fantasize about me holding them," he said, whispering something in my ear.

He grinned as he continued, "Not only in the face." This guy irritates me so much; he's not just a terrible lad, but also a pervert! I chuckled as I glanced at him with my horrible face.

"I am not one of them, Do you know how much I dislike you? " If I admire a guy like him, I'll be one of the horrible people.

No way! If it happens, I simply want to die. Instead of an irritated expression on his face, he moved forward a little, causing the other student to mumble and look. His face was inches away from mine.

"What are you up to?" I inquired, and I'm not sure why I suddenly stammered.

I pulled him away when he said, "Looking at your rosy lips, I didn't notice these qualities of yours back then." He smirked and put his hands on my desk, returning his gaze to me.

"Would you want a kiss?" he inquired, which caught me off guard.

He walked up to me and behaved as though he meant what he said. I'm so stunned right now that I can't even look away from what he's about to do.

Is he taking himself seriously?

Oh, my goodness!

Is he going to give me a kiss?!

Are you serious?!

When he saw me on his chair behind him, he said, "Get me some water, I'm thirsty."

With a little grin on my face, I gazed at him. All of our acquaintances are just maintaining their quiet, however his pals are staring at us, saying something, and giggling.

"Get your water since you have two hands and feet." "You don't own me, and I'm not your maid," I said flatly, my gaze fixed on his.

'Who are you to tell me what to do?'

I believe I shall exact the most venomous retaliation for today.

"Oh, d*mn dude!" exclaims the speaker. All of his pals are taunting him, and I can hear it.

"What the heck, Ju-," The professor entered the room where he was forced to shut his freakin' lips just as he was about to respond to me. I cocked my head and smirked.

Today isn't just another day; it's the beginning of my mission to show everyone that I'm no longer their victim. I want them to regard me as a person, not just as a number.

"All right, class, you'll have a report tomorrow, and I've got a list of the pupils who are coupled up in my hand," I was ready to face my fate as I toyed with the pen in my hand.

The lecturer said, "Mr. Williams and Ms. Smith, you are partners," and I adjusted my spectacles.

"Professor!" I was anticipating Yuone's voice when I heard it. I'm sure he's plotting something.

"I only want Ms. Taylor as my partner, no one else." He began with a level of authority that made me grin for a second.

"Oh! Mr. Williams, you may do so," the professor approved.

I heard him say behind me, "Let's see how you manage it till the finish." I returned my spectacles to their proper position after looking in his way.

"Don't make an attempt on me, Yuone." You can't keep a prey as a prey all of the time. I responded, "I'll do everything, you'll see," and smirked before turning to face him. My retaliation was, in fact, the happiest first day of my life.

***

"What are you talking about?" Yssa screamed near my face, prompting me to wipe away the dropping spit on my face.

"You heard it correctly," I hardly gave her a glance before slipping inside the blanket.

I'm accustomed to hearing her every day, but this one is really irritating. I don't want to answer all of her questions since she has a lot of them. If she isn't my sole buddy, I'm sure I punched her in the face earlier.

"For starters, you met Loreta Lauser and don't know who she is? Second, you spar with Yuone verbally, and you even dared him?!" She hasn't finished all of her ideas yet. I rolled my eyes at her as I opened the cover and glanced at her.

"Woah! I'm still perplexed. You're standing up to the predators." She poured it over my bed, forcing me to sneak a peek at her.

"What do you mean when you say you're rebelling?" We have a right to be alone! For that, we'll need bravery! Take a look at yourself," I said as I stood there watching her. She took a long, hard look at herself in response to what I said.

"The magnificence of your features is enhanced by your jet black straight hair and pale skin. As a result, they are unable to view you as prey. Okay? They're bigots!" I yelled fiercely at her, and she looked at me puzzled.

The bell abruptly sounded, causing both of us to become concerned about how we would get to the next class after racing so quickly.

"How should we proceed?" Yssa questioned, panicked, as I patted her arms.

"Ouch! You're a thug!" She began by touching her arms.

"You're overthinking things; just flee!" We'll make it." I give her my support. After a lengthy run from the dormitory to our next lesson, I saw that all of the pupils, with the exception of...

" Good morning, Ms. Taylor and Ms. Miller! You're running late!" The lecturer yelled at us as if she were a bomb that had just gone off. I gave Yssa an ashamed grin and elbowed her.

"Ouch!" she muttered

"I apologize, Ms. Marie. We'll sit," Yssa uttered. We both uncomfortably smiled as Yssa remarked that I agreed with her.

"What?! No! Ms. Taylor, you will not sit; instead, walk to the corridor, raise your hands and bow, and you, Ms. Miller, will take your open spot." Yssa and I exchanged shocked looks when the lecturer said it.

"What are you waiting for?" She looked at me with big eyes.

"Just do as I said!" she said fiercely, and the rage in my heart caused me to grit my teeth. While kneeling here, I walked out of the room and raised my arms to the sky.

"Still, racist," I whispered as I swung my hand about like a cannonball about to be blasted.

"You have the ability to be patient, Julia. You've got this." I even give myself encouragement. For me not to get disheartened by how dumb this university campus rules may be.

"This campus is a freakin' hell," I whispered as I realized that my arms would soon be unable to stand on their own due to the incessant discomfort. I glanced down the corridor and saw a guy who would make my day much worse. He's grinning, as though he's having a good time with what he's witnessing right now.

"Oh! Is this a punishment? "What is it for?" He even inquired as to how he passed through me. I cocked my head and smirked. I rolled my eyes at him and replied, "You'll join me here, believe me."

"Why should I?" you may wonder. Do you have any special rights? I assume there aren't any." He began by poking me in the face.

"Stupid assh*le!" exclaims the narrator. When he entered the room, I yelled at him.

"Oh! Mr. Williams, you're late," the professor said quietly, prompting me to rise and face her.

"Shame on him! Punish him! He's also running late!" I informed the professor, and she looked at me with fury in her eyes.

"Ms. Taylor, be quiet! Kneel!" She screamed at me fiercely as she tapped her palms on the table.

With a grin on her face, she continued, "Mr. Williams, you may now sit in your chair."

"F*ck!" is the only thing that comes to me right now.

"It's an honor," He said something to me and sneered, as if he was disgusted.

"Freakin' assh*le!"I murmured something, but I'm sure he heard it.

I assumed he would continue to roam around the room before taking his seat, but I was mistaken. He went outside, a grating grin on his face, and looked at me. He glanced down the hallway, which made me stare at him as if I was about to murder him. My arms are soaring right now, and I'm having a terrible time carrying out the torture. He sat down and stared at me as if he was teasing me.

"What brings you here? You were spared the penalty! All you have to do now is f*ck your chair!" I said something to him that made him laugh even more.

"I'm glad I'm seeing you this way. This feels like paradise," and went out of the corridor.

When I stood up and grabbed his collar, I slid off the ground, leaving me to shut my eyes and wait for me to fall–which I didn't. I cocked my head to see how he...

how he had rescued me.

"W-what are you up to?" I stammered and rushed at him. He's just staring at me, perplexed as to why he did the same thing to me.

He went away casually, saying,

"Catching you from falling."

"The next time I see you outbalancing, I will never catch you," he says, turning back to me.

What a wonderful way to begin the day; I awoke as early as the birds in the sky. I took a drink of my freshly prepared coffee and gazed out the window of my hostel.

When someone slammed my door, I thought to myself, "Wow, this is the peace I want."

When someone slammed my door, I thought to myself, "Wow, this is the peace I want."

"Julia!"

Who will scream at me first thing in the morning, as usual? I locked my focus on her, something she does every time she sees me. She was taken aback.

"I trespassed your dorm since I assumed you were still asleep," she said with an uncomfortable grin and a peace sign. As I set my cup of coffee on the table, I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

"Lord? Why did you send me such an obnoxious companion?" As I glanced at her, I sighed once again. She's still pouting like a jerk and giving me the puppy look.

"What's up with the expression?" I questioned her in a disgusted tone.

"Have you already forgotten what occurred the day before?" I rolled my eyes as I sat on the sofa near the window when she inquired.

"How?! How could I forget that even though we're both late, you have the 'privilege' of sitting in your seat?!" I screamed furiously.

I screamed furiously.

"I wish I could have an hour of calm," I mumbled as I gazed out the window.

"No! Julia, not that one. Consider it!" She said in a vexing manner.

"I'm not sure why, but I'm upset even if you're only breathing meters away from me," I said to her, annoyed, as I looked at what she was signaling.

"Think about it," she added, gesturing with her hand.

"Hmm," I think to myself as I consider what she's saying and signing.

"Is that due of Yuone Williams' 'privilege?'" When I comprehend what he meant today, I gazed at her and drank my coffee. I spat my coffee on my window and checked the time.

"What the hell is going on?! How come you didn't inform me?" I informed her, and I'm going to clean myself up as quickly as possible.

"What? I'm telling you, and you're not listening," she said, making me even more enraged over time.

"Ugh! How can that 'privilege' function in all of the instructors all of the time?!" I screamed fiercely at the mirror and slammed the table shut.

I placed my hands on my face and whispered, "He always finds a way to watch me suffer."

"Reporting partners, huh?" With a mischievous smirk, I responded, "That's what you want." Without my physical body, it seems like I have a plan. I completed my rituals as quickly as I could, and I saw the lady at my dining table eating my meal.

"You freakin' b*tch, you've got to come with me," I said, throttling her and splashing her juice.

"What?! There's no way!" She rolled her eyes and said, "I don't enjoy going home."

"At the very least, you should come with me and assist me in getting inside your residence. We're going to complete the reports at your home, Madame Yssa," he texted, and I even pretended to be a maid in some kind of a fairytale.

"I'll take you home, but I'm not going to stay." She took a mouthful of the salt bread and remarked, "I don't want to see Yuone until I get home."

"All right, just drive me there," I replied evilly, "but first, I'd like to purchase some coffee for your half brother."

"Oh no... I decided to alter my mind. "I'd want to see you put your ideas into action," she remarked, and we both chuckled.

***

"Are you sure, Julia, that you can do it to him?" Yssa asked me a series of questions that irritated me.

"Of course! If he can do it to everyone in school, why can't I?" I reasoned. I grinned as I poured all of the condiments into the coffee and stirred it.

"Oh no! Fish sauce, soy sauce, vinegar! What the hell is this–used oil?! Yuck!" she shrieked, but I simply grinned since my heart is full of joy right now. I'm going to make a video of it to see how it turns out. This is just my first retaliation for what you've done to me before.

I heard one of the maids say, "Sir, they are at the pool area," and I washed up all the components I placed in his coffee and acted like a professional artist.

"Oh, Julia Taylor!" He remarked. As part of the plan, I smiled at him and drank my coffee, while Yssa did the same.

"I'll go inside and grab some cookies," she added as she walked away. Now is the moment for vengeance. He smirked as he sat on the bench and stared at me.

"What the heck, Taylor, You don't seem frightened by me," he replied, as if he is overconfident in his abilities. I nearly choked and spilled my coffee this morning because I forgot I was drinking it.

"Why should I? you may wonder. By the way, that's your coffee," I said, as if I were a typical cold person, but deep down within, the wicked part of me is laughing aloud.

It makes me feel like everything–everything backfires, as he grinned before he sipped the coffee and glanced at me.

"I'm not that stupid, Taylor," he remarked with a grin on his face before splattering coffee all over my clothing.

"What the heck is going on?" I started off enraged.

"Now, take a bite out of your strategy. Fool," he remarked calmly, smirking as he walked out of the pool area, which annoyed me greatly.

"Ah! What a pain! Hmph! This is just the beginning! This is just!!!"

As irritated as I am, I feel compelled to avenge myself. I stand where I'm seated while he walks away, his face turned away from me. As I grabbed him and shoved him into the water, he turned aside and out of my sight, and I became disoriented. This time, it will be I who will become unstable. I recall exactly what occurred that day. The first time he rescued me from collapsing.

"Oh my!" I screamed in terror.

I don't know how to swim, and I'm very sure that if I splash about in the water, I'll simply drink a bunch of chlorine. He grabbed me in his arms and placed his hand on my wrist for support just before I was about to collapse. He then shoved me out of the pool area and sat me down on the bench once again.

With all of my ideas that aren't working out right now, he gave me an irritated expression. When his hands brushed mine again, I murmured,

"I'll have to leave," and walked away.

When I glanced at him, his expression remained unchanged. "That was the second time you were on the verge of collapsing.

"Be careful what you do," he added as he walked away. I'm simply staring at him, unable to comprehend what's going on.

"Can you tell me why he's behaving like that?" I questioned myself.