Literature
Better Bullies [mm/f, m/m]
There’s nothing worse than getting a wedgie… except getting that wedgie in public, of course.
Anthony and Paul tried to be discreet with their bullying. Not that they needed to, because the school could care less, but for some other reason I couldn’t possibly fathom. Certainly, people had seen my humiliations, but the numbers were few and far between, and more often than not, their other friends.
That day, Anthony had texted me to meet him and Paul in the locker room again, threatening a punishment much worse than just a wedgie if I didn’t show up. It was tempting to test his will, but the risk was never worth the reward. He’d make sure to claim his dues, whether it was today or tomorrow or with interest next week.
I had just finished storing my books in my locker, hurrying down the hall. I swear I was watching where I was going, but I’d only made it halfway to the gymnasium before colliding with a thick body.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” When I looked up, it was some
