Good Boy Gone Bad

Chapter One | The return of a former good boy

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1 — the return of a former good boy

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ZARA.
perspective.

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A JESTER SMILES wickedly as he slams his latest prey against the cold steel lockers, others simply watch as he devours his latest catch. His eyes half lidded and lips curled into a menacing smirk as the girl near him shivers due to his dark aura and horrible presence. "Did you complete that two thousand word essay?" he questions nonchalantly.

He leans forward, his eyes darkening. "You know what happens when I'm angry," he slams her head on to the locker, making the girl shriek in pain. "Finish it by tonight, don't disappoint me, I hate lousy workers: after all, lousy workers don't benefit the economy." Bryce mutters, just like the typical bourgeoise he is, mocking those below him, dehumanising them to the point that they're just a simple game to him.

He turns around, making his way over towards me with a smile. The bully demeanour was no longer there, it was just him and his happy self.

With Bryce, he acts as if his actions have no consequences and that's only due to his father being the school's head master. If it weren't for that, Bryce would've been expelled several years ago for that incident with a certain someone we're not allowed to talk about.

"I hope Mr Wilson allows late entries." Bryce says, leaning on the locker beside mine. It bothers me that he feels no regret, it's as if for him, his actions have no consequences.

"He probably will." Bryce's best friend Lisa states, her pupils dilating at the mere sight of Bryce, she adored him more than a friend could ever adore a friend: but Bryce didn't know that and I'm sure he wouldn't want to know Lisa likes him.

"What about the girl you hurt?" I mumble, I could feel Bryce's gaze on my face, my cheeks burn at the sudden attention. He places a hand around my waist, pulling me closer towards his well built body.

"We don't worry about such useless people Zara," he says lowly, tightening his grip on my waist. "They only cause us to fall, and you wouldn't want that would you Zara?" he threatens, a smile appearing on his pretty face — too bad his attitude makes him grotesque.

I felt myself getting sick from his words, he's my so-called friend, but in our friendship there's a hierarchy and having a hierarchy means distribution of power and barely any trust. But it's my twisted luck, there's no way of getting out of this toxic friendship because Bryce knows things about me that nobody should ever know.

"Right. We don't care about such useless people." the sound of Lisa's jealous voice pulls me out of my thoughts, right, she likes Bryce. I quickly pull myself away from his grip, acting as if nothing happened. Bryce notices this and simply chuckles, the same chuckle he made when he hurt Ca— him.

"See Lisa knows, you should learn from her." Bryce compliments Lisa, ruffling her curly hair as if she was some pet, he's a dehumaniser and he doesn't care if he shows it or not. Someone like Bryce, someone like Bryce is a horrible tyrant. A poisonous killer, a cold hearted person who has no self respect or sympathy.

I watch as Lisa drags Bryce away to talk privately, leaving me all alone. They are best friends, after all, I'm just an outsider who simply stands around. A trophy to many others, a form that is utilised for the benefit of others, not a person with actual feelings. People don't regard feelings these days, heck, humanity doesn't even recognise humanity these days.

I watch the girl sitting on the floor, holding her head in pain, I felt my heart numb with sympathy: I want to help her, I needed to help her. I already feel miserable enough that I allowed this to happen, I can't even control Bryce and his manipulative ways.