"I'm not a teen, and what if I say no?" Jackie protested, summoning all the courage he had left in him. Though he was a bit afraid of them, not knowing exactly what they were capable of doing, but the intimidation was utterly overwhelming.
Tom chuckled turning toward his irritated friends behind him. They were all in rebel attires, black rugged jean pants with black singlet, one in a black sport short, wearing a hat backward.
Glancing at his friends with a smirk on his face, he returned his gaze back to Jackie, with furrowed brows, he walked to Jackie and grabbed him firmly by the neck.
"What if I say I did it, what will you do, huh, what will you do?" Tom asked in a menacing whisper with his grip growing more firmly on Jackie's neck, Jackie meanwhile struggled under his grip.
"See boy, seems like you're wishing for your brain to be blown out of your skull, and I can do that perfectly well, if you dare get on my nerves ever again" Saying that Tom withdrew his grip from Jackie's neck, Jackie fell back into his seat, holding on his neck, as he coughed, gulping for oxygen.
Hearing the threat beings verbalized by Tom, Jackie wasn't moved, beside that was not his first time of being threatened, he was already used to it. Tom walked to his ball, picking it up, he walked back to Jackie and hit the ball dawdle on his head in a menacing manner.
"I'm warning you, boy, don't ever think of yourself as just other normal kid around here, you're nothing other than a lowlife weirdo. Know your place" Uttered Tom.
"His place is no other than a stinking sewage" One of the guys behind Tom blurted. Variety of voices echoed in the atmosphere as they all roared in laughter, with that they headed back to the court.
How could they tell that he was struggling, could they have known by his code of dressing? Thought Jackie as he fixed his gaze on the folks stepping down to the court.
To think of it, why would they throw the ball at him to start with, what in the world must had triggered them into such a petty act? He'd bet it wasn't an accident, they intentionally did that. But why, could be that they knew him somehow? Of course he was well known on campus as one weakling and was constantly bullied, thus he shouldn't be surprise if those guys knew him too.
He stood up, examining his nose once again, the awareness struck him-his eyeglasses was no longer on his face. His eyes roamed around his surroundings, in search of it. Squirting down, he lowered his gaze underneath the seat adjacent to his, there his eyes fell on a cracked eyeglasses, with that he extended his hand and picked it up.
The eyewear meant a lot to him, it was gifted to him by Uncle Mike on his birthday a year ago. He had an eye defect, and because of that he rarely took it off his face. He had been suffering from a short sightedness at the age of ten after he got hit by a car which almost cost him his sight.
His closer friend had been wrecked! With the thought he shook his head in exasperation. Putting the glasses into his pocket he adjusted his cloth, those pals have made mess of his day, and with that thought, he sighed and then picked his books, putting it right back into his bag, he took his leave. He needed to go home and cool himself off as he was already losing it.
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Indie sat on her bed staring through the window. It was a rainy night with frequent thunder rumbling, which she hated as she found it inconvenient. She had been having nightmares recently, their frequency and intensity defied estimation. The rainstorm was tremendous and the nightmare with the rumblings of thunder all together were what broke her sleep. She fell asleep as she was working on her case note program.
She was a law student and that was her choice of study. That had been her dream right from when she was little, to find justice for people whose voices couldn't be heard. Although, many have tried as much as they could to distort her decision of being an attorney but as long as her father found it convincing, she was all set to go.
Thinking about it, her father had been her world, going against her father's decision nor displeasing him, where the last thing she could ever think of. All she had been doing was to make her father pleased and proud. Her friends wanted her to get into modelling, they said she was too beautiful and would be even better if she had used her beauty for the greater advantage. But she didn't want that, as she wasn't the type of person who goes around showcasing her looks.
She lived with her father in the same house, which was filled with maids and guardsmen but had no biological relative, except her father.
From the very start her mother left them, her father had remained single nor had he brought in another woman into the house, that alone had been the sole reason behind her enormous respect for her father, but however, her sympathy poured out for his father, as it must be quite uneasy for him.
What brought about her parent divorce remained uncertain to her. As she was still in the thought a knock collided on her door, pulling her out of her world, she voiced.
"Come in"