2025-02-18 00:55:21"Damn it, I'm late for class!" Oliver Beckett exclaimed hastily while dashing through the street that was crowded with people going about their daily's activities. The morning sun was burning brightly, and Oliver's shirt was now drenched in sweat due to him running all the way from his apartment that school.
He lacked the money to board a public bus or cab, so he decided to get to school the any way he's been doing ever since he resumed.
Oliver kept bumping into people while running forward, and they kept raining abuses on him. But Oliver paid no attention to them, he was truly late for the test.
After running through the street for several more minutes, Oliver finally arrived in front of the school's gate. He leaned his hands on his knees while panting heavily, and sweat trickled down from his face and dropped to the floor.
"I'm few minutes late!" Oliver glanced at his wristwatch with widened eyes before running into the academy's premises and began to make his way to his class.
While running hastily down the hallway, a student placed his right leg in front of Oliver, and Oliver ended up hitting the leg and fell face first on the floor. The other students around broke out in mocking laughter, and they all had their gazes fixed on Oliver who picked himself up slowly with his uniform now stained in dust.
"Oops, sorry, Olive oil." The bot who intentionally made Oliver tripped spoke as he stood in front of Oliver with his arms folded. The boy had a short blonde hair, a nice physique that was like that of a bodybuilder, handsome face that every girl would crave for, and a height like a model.
His name was Christopher Flynn. The school's top bully and also one of the strongest students.
"It's fine." Oliver assured in a shaky tone as he buried his head down and attempted to walk away, but Christopher held his collar and pulled him back.
"And who said you could leave?" Christopher spoke, holding onto Oliver's collar and preventing him from moving. "Did I say you can leave yet?"
"I- I have a test to attend please...let me go." Oliver pleaded, fear written all over his face and his head facing the floor to avoid making eye contact.
"A test? Oh, that's right. A test that requires you all to display your talents,that's true. Why do you need to attend such test, anyway? We all know you are nothing but a trash with no talent!" Christopher mocked, still holding Oliver's collar.
Hearing the words of Christopher, Oliver's blood boiled in anger and sadness. Christopher wasn't wrong in anyway, Oliver indeed doesn't have a talent.
On the day where he was supposed to awaken the talent inside of him, he failed to awaken anything, and since then he has been refered to as a trash and nobody.
Always bullied by all.
"Let me go, Chris, please!" Oliver demanded, his voice mixed with both anger and command.
"What was that? What did you just say? I didn't quite hear you well." Christopher inquired, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I said let me go!" Oliver voiced out, and the students around now had a puzzled expression.
"Are you commanding me?" Christopher questioned. "How dare you talk back at me, Olive oil? Where did you get such confidence from?" He added.
"I said let me go!" Oliver paid no attention to his words and stood his ground.
"And what if I don't? What are you going to do, trash?" Christopher teased, still holding Oliver's collar.
Oliver then clenched his right fist tightly and punched it out towards Christopher's jaw. The punch slammed heavily on his jaw and caused Christopher to look at the ceiling and also release Oliver.
Christopher placed his hand on his jaw and shifted his gaze back to Oliver with a demonic expression.
"You dare lay your hands on me, trash? You are dead meat!" Christopher roared in anger. Oliver flinched, turning around, and began to run for his life.
Oliver ran forward as fast as his legs could carry him, until he suddenly felt his whole body freeze and unable to move. Before Oliver could figure out what was going on he felt a strong pressure pulling him back to Christopher.
"You can't run from me, trash? You think.you can harm.me and get away freely? You are corpse!" Christopher retorted as he kept pulling Oliver back, using his telekinesis ability. Oliver finally arrived in front of him, and Christopher stretched forth his right hand and grabbed Oliver's neck.
He squeezed it, causing Oliver to struggle for air as he got lifted off the floor.
"I will teach you a valuable lesson, so that next time you will remember you are nothing but a worthless trash, and all you have to do is shut up and bury your head in the sand while you are being bullied!" Christopher voiced out in anger, tightening his grip around Oliver's neck, and Oliver kept fighting to set himself free.
The students around chose to stand by and enjoy the gruesome scene with joyous expression. Even some were praising Christopher in the background.
Christopher kept strangling Oliver, before he finally threw him against the wall like a rag doll. Oliver's body crashed against the wall nearby and he fell down on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
Before Oliver could catch his breath, he felt the same energy pulling him a into the air, and sent him crashing against the wall once more. Oliver's body was now covered in bruises with blood trickling down, and part of his bones were shattered.
He laid down there, his teeth clenched in pain as he found it hard to move.
"Hope it never repeats itself again." Christopher spat before walking away, leaving Oliver beaten on the floor. The students around glared at Oliver and rained abuses on him before exiting the hallway and headed to their various classes.
"Christopher...you will surely pay for this." Oliver clenched his fists in anger.
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