Bullied By The Wolf

Chapter 04: A Day In His Life

Chapter 04: A Day In His Life

[Liam]

It was a miracle in disguise to consider that we made it on the second subject of our class.

Although, it was a shame not to attend my first class, which is my favorite one. Currently, I sat on my desk, trying to comprehend what our professor was discussing.

My mind can’t focus on the current subject. I was preoccupied with what had happened earlier. I hate it! The fact that Ivory made-up story about him courting me is disturbing me to filth!

If he’s not a bully to me, I might fall for it. But I know he’s just messing and making fun of me. I mean, what’s new?

The way his lips curved and smirked. And as much as I hated it, I found it fascinating. The wink and all of it — ahhh.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I can’t deny that it saved our asses with what he did. Ivory is great at fabricating stories. No wonder why he’s running for Summa c*m Laude. Not that I doubted his skills. I just happened to know how his brain works, sometimes.

I’m not much of an outgoing person. I’d rather stay in bed, watch movies or play video games. I was forced by no one except myself to go to school because I wanted to graduate with a degree.

As I looked around, a few of my classmates were listening to our professor. Most of them have their own businesses. And our professor did not care whether or not someone was listening to him. We’re adults and should be responsible for the consequences.

As long as our professor did his job, he’ll get paid. And with the students failing on this subject, it is their fault.

Our professor was very efficient with his job. The way he explains the topic is easy to understand. It just made me wonder why few are only listening to him.

Was it because he’s old and seemed not to care about the surrounding? Or they just didn’t care about school.

I’ve known Mr. Jack for four years now. He’s one of my teachers back in my sophomore year.  It is out of his concern whether the class is listening or not. And so, I listened to him attentively.

I needed to prove plenty of things, not just for myself but also for my family.

Although there was no pressure involved, when you’re gay in the family, this invisible person is living inside your head that commands you to prove something about yourself.

Yep. I got bullied because of my gender identity. I could not count how many students had been putting trash inside my locker room, which made me wonder how they opened it when I had the keys only to myself.

I eat discrimination for breakfast, mockery during recess time, and… Ivory’s presence as my lunch, snack, and dinner.

His face always appears inside my head when I lay in bed.

This asshole Ivory who keeps on bugging my days in school. When will he stop? I’ve done nothing wrong to him. It was like four years since he started in being an asshole to me.

I recall our first sort of interaction during the orientation for sophomores — the typical welcome speech, reading the school’s guidelines and regulations. I was late and hurried myself to go to the gymnasium. Students were seated, settled, and listened closely to the speaker.

As late I was, I searched for a vacant seat. Big beads of sweat are running down from my face, wheezing as I catch my breath from running. I sighed in relief when I found one. I did not care much about the surroundings because the orientation occupied me.

With my head down, I walked to where the vacant seat.

And just when I was about to sit, he pulled the chair and made me fall on the floor.

Ivory pointed at me, laughing so loud that he did not care if we were on the orientation.

His loud laugh caught the attention of the students near us. Instead of helping me, they laugh in unison, making fun of my situation.

And that’s how I knew he would be a bully to me.

But despite of his rotten attitude, I am enthralled by his looks. It is breathtaking. You can see the galaxy in his eyes.

No one could resist the way how he was carrying his god-given looks.

His tanned skin, prominent nose, well-trimmed beard, and his brushed up hair along with his muscular body. There’s no denying that Ivory is one hella good-looking man.

The class ended, and I took my things with me. I dangled the satchel on my shoulder and walked outside the classroom with my head looking down.

I am sick of witnessing their odd stares at me. And even if I look at my shoes while walking, I could feel their piercing gaze on me.

Why can’t they just leave me alone? When would they stop being so mean and judgemental?

I took a swift glance at Ivory’s seat, but he was not there anymore. Well, he’s very outgoing and socializes with our classmates and schoolmates a lot. I bet he’s out there and having fun.

He had the looks, charm, and the brain that make everyone’s eyes ogle at him. and I, on the contrary, had the opposite except for the brain, of course. My parents keep on telling me that I have an average look. I just need to grow muscles as I’m too thin.

But I just did not mind about the looks. More so, I do not care about the muscle thingy. I love being skinny, and going to the gym is not my cup of tea.

I took a deep breath and exited the room. Why was I even thinking about Ivory anyway?

I entered the cafeteria successfully. It was a wrong decision to go exactly at lunchtime here. I should have waited twenty minutes or so.

Students were coming in and out, and the way to the cafeteria was flooded. I held my eyeglasses tight as they bumped my shoulder intentionally.

I heard them laughing from my behind. It made my ear red in embarrassment.

I looked down and sighed in defeat. It has always been like this. I should be immune, but the way they’re doing it every single day makes it hard for me to get used to it. How ironic is it?

The breeze of lunch air and dried leaves wafted the air. I was munching my chicken sandwich alone, staring at the tall trees in front of me.

Although it is a few blocks away from our school, the forest located behind it seemed captivating in my eyes.

As if the forest could speak that I belong there. And that, someone, is calling me.

I removed the cap of the bottled water and drank as if I was deprived of water for a week. Placing the empty bottle of water inside my satchel as I avoid to liter.

I considered here as my safe place, here exactly at the rear behind the school. I didn’t mind hearing a few car honks and the busy street in front of our school.

The way the air blew into my skin gave comfort and solace in me. Birds are chirping as if they were singing to me. The sound of the leaves dancing in the air calms my senses. Ahh. It feels so good to be here.

I gulped. Feeling the exact strange feeling I always sense whenever I’m here. I look around to see if someone is behind me. “He-hello?” I stammered.

My heart started to pound faster than usual. It’s impossible that trees could be looking at me. There’s no way that it is possible.

I stood up from sitting on the ground, wiping the dried leaves attached to my jeans’ bum area.

Leaves crippled as I stepped on it, making my way into finding if there was another person aside from myself.

A crease etched on my forehead when there’s none. I thought for a moment before I turned around.

But my heart skipped a beat when I saw Ivory an inch away from my face. His chartreuse green eyes glowed like neon in the dark.

“W-what are you doing here?” with my might, I asked him. Why am I even stuttering?

He did not move nor blink his eyes. The way he’s looking at me is enough to make me pee my pants.

But his eyes glowed, and it hypnotizes me, wanting to stare at it more.

Ivory breathed heavily, and his eyes went back to normal. He averted his gaze and stepped back a few steps.

I shook my head. “W-what just happened?” confusion drew over my face as I rubbed my eye.

I wheezed as if I had run a marathon. A smirk plastered on Ivory’s lips. “Why are you here?” he asked with his tone suggesting that he’s… mad.

“I-I was just eating my sandwich,” I responded, pointing to the sandwich I placed on top of my satchel. “Look,” I said.

His head turned like an eagle, and he observed my things. Gently, he shook his head as if he was disappointed about his own speculation. I walked near him and tapped his shoulders. “Are you alright?”

He moved back away. “Don’t,” he restrain. My mouth gaped. Stepping back a few steps away from him. What a strange reaction for someone like him who’s so outgoing? I mean, we were not that close tho, so maybe that’s how he is in real life. Or was he just that pissed off of me?

I mean, considering what happened between us earlier. Ivory might be mad. But in the first place, it was him who annoyed me and not the other way around. I could have lost my Magna c*m Laude spot.

I walked past by him with my head down low and sat back on the ground. I picked the chicken sandwich and resumed eating. It would be a waste of time to entertain a bully like Ivory.

A limited time amount is given for our lunch. And I would not waste this time.

My eyes are glued to the forest. There it goes again, the same feeling like I was attracted to it.

Why do I feel like I want to go there? Not just merely go but to build a home there and live with —

“That forest is haunted,” he spoke behind me. I narrowed my eyes at him and watched him sit beside me.

My mouth fell on the floor when he snatched my food and took a bite on it casually as if we were friends. Are we enemies, though? I don’t know. But I hated him for bullying me.

I was dumbfounded when a hand grabbed the food I was eating. “What the — why did you eat it?” I took my food back from his hands. Ivory looked at me and gave me a coy smile. Using his thumb, he wiped the corner of my mouth.

He savored the mayonnaise, and without disgust, he licked it.

“Ew,” I grimaced.

Ivory swallowed the food in his mouth, cracked into a peal of laughter. “Why? The chicken sandwich was delicious, though. Plus the mayonnaise,” he wiggled his brows, winking at me.  

My cheeks flushed. I rolled my eyes at Ivory, tore the part where he ate, and gave it to him.

He looked at my hand. Confusion drew his face. “What’s this for? You’re playing nice to me,” he laughed, took it, and ate the food I gave him.

“No, I’m not. I just don’t want to catch rabies from you,” I retorted. I thought we were having our usual conversation where we’re like cats and dogs.

But Ivory did not seem to like what I said. His jaw tightened, and his eyes were sharply looking at me as if they were piercing my soul.

I gulped in fear. “W-what?”

He crawled, coming near me, and watched me as if I was a prey, ready for him to devour. Ivory caressed my cheeks.

It sent a shiver down my spine. The way he examined my face made me uneasy for a bit. A smile pasted on his lips when he saw fear in my eyes. “Humans are weaklings,” he said.

I raised a brow at him, not minding the fact that I was scared as hell with what he was doing. Did he look at the mirror? He’s also a human being.

And if this is some kind of a joke about being a werewolf, then he better stop. I am fed up with hearing all the news about wolves attacking humans and pretending to be humans.

And if they do, there should be a reason behind their action. I am not saying that I am tolerating violence, but maybe humans are pressing them as well.

And if they pretended to be a human, then so be it. As long as they harm no one, then I’m good with it.

I looked left and right, avoiding his gaze at me. It made me feel tense.

He smelled good. The intoxicating manly scent and fresh spring. I did not realize that he was an inch away from my face. And his eyes batted, looking at my lips. “I-Ivory,” calling his name. I gulped when he looked into my eyes.

He burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face,” pointing at me as he laughed, rolling into the ground.

“Ha. Ha. Funny,” I sarcastically, watching him rolling on the ground as he giggled.

Why is he so happy when he’s pestering me? This guy is nuts!

I can’t help but to ask myself how the hell did he manage to steal my jacket. I love shades of nudes, pinks, peaches, and pastels. Most certainly, they are washed on my house and dried them myself.

How come Ivory stole it? He does not even know where I live. Or did he forge at my room?

Is he stalking me?

“How did you get my jacket?” I interrupted his euphoria.

He sat across me and beamed a smile. “Why would I tell you?” he teased, lifting a brow at me.

His eyes narrowed at my food, so I hid it behind me. Ivory chuckled.

“I can sue you for robbery,” I said.

“Ooh. I’m scared,” he said sarcastically, smirking.

Why can’t this man take me seriously? He crossed his arms, enjoying the sight of me getting annoyed by him.

There’s no information I could gather more from him. So, I decided to ignore him and finish my chicken sandwich.

And when I was about to take another bite, he swooped it away from my hands.

Ivory opened his mouth, sticking his tongue and running it all over my food. I gasped in horror, clenching my fist as I watched him.

“You asshole!” I yelled, which made his grin wider. “Oh yeah?” then he munched the food as if it was his.

He burped when he finished eating. I jumped in front of him and strangled Ivory using my bare hands. His irritating laugh echoed in my ears. “Stop. It’s tickling me,”

I was on top of him, not knowing where I was seated. I strangled him, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

My eyes rounded when I felt a tent poking on my bum. My hands loosened around his neck, and I looked at my behind.

Oh s**t! I sat on top of his manhood!

Ivory was grinning at me when he noticed my reaction. “You made my tiny friend there mad,” and his member throbbed.

Ivory winked at me and licked his bottom lip seductively.

It was dark outside when I entered the house. The silence greeted me as I closed the door. Mom and dad are still working.

They will be home at seven in the evening. I went upstairs and placed my satchel bag behind the door as I closed it.

School was so tiring yet fulfilling at the same time. I’m not a nerd. But more like a loner. I can say that I was blessed with brains. Sadly, not the art of socializing with other people.

You could not blame me for not trying. I’ve kept this as a secret from my parents. Once they found out that I was being bullied because of being gay, they would storm going to school and nag at the person who bullied me.

The thought of it makes me smile. Safe to say that they are concerned about me. Upon looking on the contrary, sure, the bullies will bully me for more. Saying that I am a cry baby.

Now that I am in my last year at college, I can’t wait to graduate with flying colors.

I work my ass off in attaining the Magna c*m Laude position. Although, I was aiming higher for that one. Summa c*m Laude.

Which, of course, was taken by Ivory. I can’t lie that the man was not bright in the class. He can outsmart me at some subjects, and there are also times that I outsmarted him.

It was like we competed. No matter how much I burn myself to study and read books, I still can’t beat his IQ level.

But being Magna c*m Laude is not bad after all. I just wished and envisioned that I would be giving the speech at our graduation.

I’m just a simple person. A simple gay person. All I wanted was to be respected but not treated like a king, not treated like a joke, and survive in life, repaying all the hard work that my parents gave me.

I removed my school uniform and folded it neatly, placing it on the basket where my dirty clothes were. I’ll laundry them later on.

With boxers on, I walked near my closet beside my desk and picked something to wear. Just a regular shirt and shorts that would make me comfortable.

Tossing my body into the bed and my eyelids feel heavy. I’m tired and feeling sleepy. Right before I was consumed by dreamland, I felt a sharp stare at me.