Bully England X Bullied! Poor! Reader
My heart suddenly became heavy as I drew nearer to my school, a so called “safe environment”. High school was a hard time for (almost) everyone, but everyday felt like a living hell for me.
“Just one more semester…”I would tell myself, “One more semester and I’ll be out of here.”
I walked down the hallway and went directly to my locker to get the books I needed. All I could hope for was that I wouldn’t be bothered by…him. I don’t know why Arthur started bullying me. Ever since I transferred here in the beginning of the year, he always gave me a hard time. When a couple months passed by, things didn’t get any better; why did he hate me so much?
I managed to stay strong and not break down, but I was slowly becoming depressed. I just felt so alone all the time. My parents loved me and tried to support me, but there were also depressed from the bills piling up and having to work all the time. I had to stay strong for myself and my family.
My thoughts were interrupted when my books were smacked out of my grasp and fell on the floor. I turned with hate burning in my eyes when I was faced with that fucking Brit and his ‘charming’ smirk.
“You better watch where you’re going, love.” He smirked, putting on that fake gentleman act of his.
I bit my lip as I bent down to pick up my books and loose papers.
“I’m surprised you can afford those textbooks, (y/n). Was it worth your poor parents working night and day for you to just drop them like that?”
“Don’t you dare talk about my family! I buy my own books, unlike you, Arthur. I work my way in this world.” You snapped.
“Yes it’s fortunate that the proletariat have people like you for manual labor.” He snickered.
“Just get out of my way.” You grumbled walking past him.
“What, no comeback? Can’t handle big words.” He shouted back at me, making everyone giggle.
To hell with them all! I hurried to my class and sighed in relief when I sat at my desk, and waited for the bell to ring. I wiped the dirt of my books with my sleeve. I had to work hard just for a couple of fucking school books.
For most students here, it was just as easy as asking the money from mom or dad. My parents had enough troubles with barely affording our food sometimes. But we still managed to be a warm loving family, and I was lucky to have them. I hate it when Arthur belittles my family like that. I would break his nose if I could, but I didn’t want to be sued by the Kirkland family.
‘Come on (y/n) you just have one semester to go.’ I thought.
When the bell rang, the classroom quickly filled up with students. Unfortunately, one of them was Arthur.
“Alright everybody, I have the results from yesterday’s test and I’m proud to say, (y/n) received the highest score of a 98%.” (Teachers name) said as he/she pasted back the test.
I smiled slightly when I saw a big A+ on my test.
“Bloody wench probably cheated her way.” I heard Arthur mumble to his friend, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“What!?” I said louder than I really wanted.
“(y/n)! Don’t shout in class.” My teacher scolded.
“Sorry, sir/ma’am.” I said.
The teacher went back to lecturing and I glared daggers at Arthur who only smirked at my reaction. I lifted my test and pointed at the big A+ and smirked back at him teasingly, making him scowl and turn away.
“Sorry class, but I need to retrieve something from the office. I’ll be right back.” (Teacher’s name) said before leaving the classroom.
It was quiet for a second before I saw Arthur get up from his seat. This could be bad.
“Hey, (y/n) love. Do me a favor and pick up my book for me.” He said dropping his textbook on the floor in front of me.
“Fuck you!” I snapped.
“You are so pathetic.” He chuckled.
“Oh I’m pathetic?” I snorted, getting up from my seat.
“Do you need me to repeat it for you?” He smirked.
“You know Arthur for as long as I’ve known you, you have done nothing but treat me like dirt. Is not enough that I struggle every day and go to bed hungry, I have to put up with your bullshit too! What did I ever do to you?! Why do you hate me so much?!” I shouted at him.
“I-I di-” he stuttered.
“You’re the one who’s pathetic, Kirkland!” I cried before grabbing my things and stormed out of the classroom.
I didn’t bother looking back as I ran all the way home. I headed to my room and threw my backpack on the floor and fell on my bed. I never snapped like that before, but it felt good to get away from everybody.
I hate that school and I hate Arthur. I wished I had just one friend, one person I could talk to. I wish my mom was here. I’m so alone…
The next day I was surprised I didn’t see Arthur. I think he was avoiding me after I freaked him out yesterday. I went to my locker and found a note tucked away in it. I took the note and read it:
Please met me after school at your locker. Please I need to talk to you.
I mulled over what I just read. I thought for a moment then I crushed the note in my fist and threw it in the trash can.
“Fuck you, Arthur.” I said mainly to myself.
The day passed by quicker for some reason, and I was glad about that. I walked down the school hall to my locker to put away my books, forgetting that a certain someone might be there waiting for me.
“(y/n)! You got my note?” Arthur said calmly.
I glared at him and began to open my locker.
“Oh I got your little note, but I’m not here to talk to you.” I shoved my books into my locker and quickly closed it.
“But just plea-” He began, but stopped when I walked away from him.
I watched as (y/n) walked away from me until she was out of sight. I sighed in frustration and punched a locker.
“You bloody idiot, she’s never going to forgive you.” I told myself.
What she said to me yesterday made my heart break for her. I didn’t realize I treated her that badly. I thought back to all the horrible things I did and said about her family. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that. She asked me why I hated her.
“(y/n), I don’t hate you. I’m so sorry.” I said to myself again.
Weeks passed by and Arthur still tried to get me to talk to him, he even started being nice to me. I’m not an idiot, I know he wants to apologize, but I don’t think I can forgive him. The semester was almost over and soon I won’t have to see him again, and start my new life.
I found another stupid note in my locker from Arthur, begging me to meet him. I rolled my eyes and tossed the note in the trashcan. This was getting annoying! Why can’t he just leave me alone!
I jumped at the sound of my name and turned around, and again I saw Arthur coming towards me. Before I could turn away I felt a grip on my wrist.
“(y/n) please! Just listen to me, I’m begging you.” he pleaded.
I let out an aggravated sigh, and turned to face him. I know he won’t leave me alone until I do.
“What?” I said sounding irritated.
“(y/n) I’m so sorry. I never met to hurt you, and I hate myself for treating you like I did.” He loosened his grip on my wrist.
“What do you want me to say, Arthur? Do you expect me to just forgive you?” I said.
The blonde sighed and looked down.
“I know it may take a while before you ever consider forgiving me, but I need to tell you that I think you are a strong person and a beautiful woman. And I’m so sorry for abusing you, you don’t deserve that.” He spoke honestly.
“Arthur, you can say all the pretty words you want. I know you’re sorry, but after all the months of you belittling me and my family and after the way you treated me, how am I supposed to forgive you?” I said.
“I know and-” I cut him off.
“Listen Arthur, I appreciate you apologizing and I’ll forgive you if you do something for me.” I said.
“Really? That’s great love, what do I have to do?” his eyes brighten up.
“Don’t talk to me again and stay away from me, you hurt me too much for me to trust you.” I said, sounding harsher than I intended.
“Oh…” Arthur sounded disappointed.
“I-if that’s what you want then I’ll stay away.” he said sadly.
“Thank you.” I said.
I was about walk off until I felt him kiss my cheek and he walked away. I touched my face where he kissed, making me blush. I sighed and headed home.
You ended up graduated with one of the highest honors, and was accepted into (college of choice) to study to become (career of choice). Your new life was beginning to blossom and you couldn’t be happier.