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Did you guys see the outfit Naomi was wearing today? It's like she looked up popular outfits of the year and did the best to copy it out of her own closet. The poor girl, trying so hard to fit in. Too bad it's pointless. At the side of the post is the picture of that very outfit. The picture next to it is the same outfit ruined by a little "oops" in the cafeteria. People are just so clumsy these days.

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DorkoftheDay Hey I'm NOT clumsy. That was accidentally on purpose. BTW I was the one who did it if you haven't guessed it already. Please, please, no flash photography, you can get an autograph later.

SirNerd Oh yeah, steal ALL the credit. I was the one who stuck my foot out just for you.

DorkoftheDay As if! I asked you to do it for an excuse to make it LOOK like an accident. Give me my $5 I gave you if you're gonna be like that.

DweebsRead98 You guys can BOTH get the credit. But seriously, the look on her face was priceless. Oh wait, you can't because it's covered in spaghetti and meatballs! MAMA MIA! Thank you Italians!

UnfitTwit54 Next time, stage your scene somewhere else, I almost got some of that sauce on me. But hey, did anyone catch the video of her crying after it. Ugh, drama queen, cue the tears please, get this girl a tissue! If you don't have the video, here's the link...

PlainLorraine Ok, enough with the food scene, which was genius by the way. But remember her outfit? Can you actually believe she was trying to rise out of her status with just a new shirt? It's pretty pathetic really. I wish she can just stop-

"What are you looking at?" Bennett asked me as he walked up to the couch.

I nearly jumped in surprise out of my seat. I shifted my position on the couch so that I was leaning against the armchair in an angle where he couldn't see the screen of my phone.

"Nothing," I muttered.

Bennett leaned forward from the back of the couch, trying to get a look. "C'mon Naomi, what is it?"

"Why are you being so nosy? What are you, Jordan?"

"I heard that!" Jordan yelled from the kitchen. "And I'm not nosy. I'm just very curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, like I'm going to kill this boss," Declan muttered as he tried to beat the battle in the video game.

"It's because you're being all secretive, and you've been staring at the screen for hours," he said, glancing at me before backing away. "I want to know what took over my friend's life."

I sighed. "I'm looking at the website, you know, the one-"

"-that girl, Evelyn, made which Jordan hacked into to then cause her to move out of the school, no sorry, the city, and now Jordan currently owns?" Bennett finished.

"That's one way you can explain it, but yeah, pretty much."

"You've been looking at that?" Declan asked, glancing away from the screen to look at me before going back to his video game. He must have not even noticed me with his curses and yells at the screen. "Why are you looking at it?"

"Sentimental reasons."

"Really?" Bennett asked.

"No," I admitted. "Ever since Jordan took down the message from the website and made it unavailable to the public, except me because I asked him to see it, I've been looking at the posts and comments of it."

"Hey where is he anyway?" Declan asked, forgetting where he went because he was too distracted with his game.

"He went to make himself a sandwich," I answered.

"He was supposed to get me some soda- Hey Jordan, hurry up!"

"Wait, I gotta open the stupid pickle jar!" Jordan called back.

Declan made a face. "Ugh, pickles."

"Why would you do that?" Bennett asked me, referring to the conversation we were having before Declan's slight tangent of the conversation.

"Curiosity really," I said. "I just want to see the writing that fueled my bullying so much, I guess."

"You shouldn't do that, Naomi," Bennett said quietly. "It's like you're... torturing yourself. You're seeing something you don't want to see, but seeing it anyway."

I paused for a moment. "I just feel like I have to see it. I need to face it. Like when someone reads a critic's bad review on them, they don't want to see it, but they do. The website is like my bully diary, so I can see all the things happening to me like some sort of sick flashback montage."

"That still doesn't mean you should read those stupid- Oh c'mon, why is this freaking game lagging?" Declan suddenly exclaimed at the screen and was about to chuck the controller at the TV, when he paused and looked at me. "Sorry, I mean posts, those stupid posts," he said awkwardly before going back to his game.

"You shouldn't look at the past, especially your bad past," Bennett said. "Instead, you should look forward at your future, with us," he said with a small smile.

I smiled back at him. "I know. But it's good to face your past head on, to deal your past before continuing with your future."

From the looks on their faces and no comeback to mine, I think they agree with me. I continued scrolling down each post one by own, taking in each comment, each word by my bullies fueled with their hate for me. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but gave me a further insight in the "bully's eyes" so to speak. The more I scrolled down, the farther back I went into my past, remembering the scenes of my bullying like small clips in a big movie, no, a TV series called, Naomi's Bullied Past, episode- I lost count.

The post I was reading right now was about a near Carrie scene when I was ganged up in the girl's locker room back in sophomore year. I read the comments on me of taunts, jokes, and even disgust that made me feel embarrassed, angry, and disgusted too. Before I could decide whether I should just throw my phone out the window- which was useless anyway since I still need to buy a new one -or continue on with the next post, shaking off the "throw my phone out the window" feeling away again, Jordan walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch.

"How's looking through the website going Naomi?" Jordan asked me as he walked out the kitchen and sat at the other side of Declan before taking a big bite out of his sandwich.

"Good, I guess."

Bennett narrowed his eyes at him. "Why did you let her see it?"

He shrugged. "She asked nicely, even added a please."

"But still-"

"You should stop treating her like a kid," Jordan said, sitting back at the couch. "She can make her own decisions. If she says she can take it, she can."

"Yeah, what he said." The both of us high fived each other.

Bennett just shook his head and picked up a magazine on the countertop beside the couch. He leaned against the back of the couch, flipping through the cooking pages. I looked back down at my phone, about to read another post.

Then Jordan suddenly said, "I'm pretty surprised that you haven't thrown your phone out the window by now though." Yeah, sure I haven't. "I mean, I don't even have the stomach to read a single post, I felt if I read even one word it would have made me delete the website from existence. Those posts, those comments made me feel sick." But I guess it didn't ruin his appetite because he took another bite from his sandwich.

"I'm reading all of these posts and comments about me when I'm doing nothing to them, don't even know them, just trying to go through my day," I said. "Is something really wrong with me that makes them hate me so much?"

Declan snorted. "No, of course not. Something is just wrong with them. Just like this game which is rigged, how am I supposed to beat this guy?" He demanded.

"I just wish they would know it feels like," I told them. "If they knew how it felt to be in my shoes, to be bullied for reasons I don't know or can't control. If they knew what if felt like to be bullied, they would have never written a single comment, said a single thing, or done a single thing to me." I shook my head. "But of course they never have to. There's also people who feel bad for people who are bullied, but they never been bullied themselves so they'll never know what it feels like. I don't care who you are, whether you're the bully or feel bad for the bullied, you can never know what it feels like to be at the other end of someone's fist, forced to take someone's jokes, to feel small and weak and pathetic."

"Naomi..." Bennett began.

"I mean, no offense to you guys," I assured quickly. "I'm glad you can feel this human emotion of sympathy. And I'm just as happy that you've never been bullied," I said with a smile.

They didn't smile back. They didn't even say anything back. I was quiet for a moment, looking at them in confusion.

"Guys?"

Nothing.

They said nothing. I was looking at them in confusion why they're not answering back. Did I offend them? Did I strike a nerve? Then it slowly dawned on me. I kept on shaking my head, shaking my head because I don't believe it, not because I didn't like the very thought of it, but because it's not possible. It can't be.

I let out a forced laugh. "Don't tell me- No, you can't."

But they still didn't say anything, they didn't deny what I wanted them to deny. It was then I asked them the question in a quiet voice of disbelief:

"Have you been bullied?"

They all stiffened at the question as if I shot them simultaneously. Declan stopped playing, making his character die and paused the game. Jordan who was about to take another bite of his sandwich just quietly set it down on his plate. Bennett pausing just as he turned a page had then closed the magazine.

"If you mean being rejected for even trying to have a voice," Bennett said quietly.

They were vicious to him, like wolves surrounding a defenseless deer. But it was different here. He was supposed to be part of their pact. They were kids his age, just like him. Yet he was avoided, ignored by them as if he was invisible, as if he didn't even exist. They did it so much that he started to believe it too.

He was roughly pushed backwards, having him slam onto the ground. His hand rubbed his eye, feeling the throbbing of it and can already imagine the coloring of the bruise forming.

Great, he thought. How am I going to explain this to the teacher?

"I don't even know why you bother coming back here especially after calling us that," one of them spat.

"Do you mean when I called you spoiled brats?" He asked them. "Why would you be mad when you know it's true?"

They threw his backpack at him which was conveniently opened. His papers, books, pencils, just scattered all over the ground, it was trash just like how they saw him.

"I dare you to get up," someone taunted him.

Obviously he didn't. He couldn't. So he just stayed there, on the cold hard floor. They were gathered together in their little group, looking at him with looked like evil red eyes and sharp teeth, hearing the whispers and snickers amongst them. He was looking up to them as they looked down to him, just how they knew it'll always be.

And they thought of it so much, it seemed to be like that so much, he believed it too.

"Or to be beaten up for just being different," Jordan added.

He tried to do the "dodge" part in dodgeball. He was already out of the game. He was the first one they targeted just like he was the last one to be picked in a team. Even with the useless attempt to protect himself by holding out his arms from the impact, he still got a headshot that made his ears ring and head feel dizzy. He later realized the headshot was from behind, meaning his own teammate did that to him.

The coach had left the game unsupervised, thinking that the class could handle a game by themselves. If there were any accidental injuries or cheating, they would tell him as he talked with another teacher out of the gym. But obviously no one would do that because it would ruin the game, take the fun out of it. Once the adult stepped out of the room, there were no rules. He realized there was no one for him. It's always been like that. There will no one for him, I mean who would?

But even though he was out, they still kept on hitting him, aiming for him. Every time he tried to stand up and run away to the safety of the bleachers, he was knocked back on the ground. He started to crawl on the floor, treated like a poor bug getting away from the incoming soles of people's shoes. He tried to ignore the wave of hits, hits from the other team and his own team. He felt so helpless and pathetic he wanted to just curl up to a ball and die. He begged, he always begged. They liked hearing him beg and didn't want him to stop.

"Red!"

"Stop!"

"Blue!"

"Please!"

"Yellow!"

"No!"

"Green!

Help.

But of course, no one came.

Declan closed his eyes. "And no matter what you do, it will never stop."

"Stay away from him."

"Don't stand close to him."

"Stop looking at him."

Him, him, him, it's always him.

Why does it always have to be him? Why not someone else? What was wrong with them? No, what was wrong with him?

He wanted to yell at them, to just scream at them to shut up, to go away, to leave him alone. He hated the stares behind his back, the whispers about him into their ears, and the mile away distance they seemed to keep away from him. He was glad they already knew to not bother him, most of them anyway.

"Hey new kid!" Someone yelled.

He tried to ignore him and continued eating his packed lunch. But the guy went up to his face. Just ignore him, and he might give up, get bored and walk away.

"I'm talkin' to you," the guy sneered with a stupid look on his face. "I heard your parents didn't want-"

He never got to finish his sentence because his fist was rude enough to interrupt him. Then the fight came next, followed by being sent to the principal's office, then back at home to be sent to another school. Just to have it happen all over again.

A new home, a new school, a new kid to punch. They never learn.

But then again, neither did he. He always tried to. He had tried a long time ago. He would try to talk to them, play nice, be nice, but it's like they threw his effort back at his face. Maybe even spit on it and stomp it to the ground. He'd watch them as they do it. All that wasted effort of trying was just... gone, making him regret it and never bother trying again.

"So yeah," Bennett answered.

"We have," Jordan told me.

And Declan said it. "We've been bullied."

I stood up from my seat. "Excuse me."

Declan grabbed my wrist, making me stop.

"Naomi please-"

I didn't want to look at them. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded. "All this time I thought I was the freak, the sad bullied girl and you guys are just... perfect."

The guys wore a look I couldn't read.

"What? Are you flattered that I called you that?"

"Nobody's perfect," Jordan said then snorted.

"Don't," Declan and Bennett warned him, not wanting him to ruin the moment.

"Like you said," Bennett told me. "You have to deal with your past before continuing with your future. We've dealt with it, we've forgotten it, we've moved on."

"I just wish you told me," I said quietly.

"Well now you know, so it doesn't make much of a difference," Jordan said. "No one really knows this and we'd like to keep it that way. It kind of loses the so called "bad boy" look."

I looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"He's kidding," Benentt assured me.

"And he's lying. We've worked pretty hard on the look," Jordan defended, gesturing to himself. "Bad boy doesn't come easy y'know. We had to study a lot."

I blinked. "Study?"

"Y'know," Jordan said with a shrug. "Movies."

"Books," Bennett offered.

"Songs," Declan pointed out.

"Bad boys have to start somewhere," Jordan continued. "You don't expect a hot guy, or even three guys, only one of them being hot-" Declan and Bennett rolled their eyes "-with the bad boy vibe to just appear out of nowhere with some badass background story. I hate to break it to you, but we're not really bad boys, we're just regular guys with a sad history behind us."

"You guys might as well scratch out that contract then for a new catchphrase."

"Oh c'mon," he said, rolling his eyes. "You have to admit, the good girl's good boys don't have much of a nice ring to it."

"It's more of the good girl's sad boys," Declan muttered.

"It's just so hard to process. I see you guys differently. But now that I know we've all been bullied, it shouldn't be awkward or anything, right?"

They nodded in agreement, but I saw right through it.

"What? You guys want some sort of bullying intervention?"

"I have stuff that needs doing," Bennett said, about to leave the room.

"I have a boss that needs beating," Declan said, going back to his game.

"I have a sandwich that needs eating," Jordan said as he went back to his food.

"Nope," I ordered. "You down have to break down and tell us your life story. Just say why you think you've been bullied and what you did because of it. You can be blunt all I care."

I knew they didn't like it, but they gave in, probably knowing it was the best. They all sat down on the couch, the first few minutes were left in awkward silence until Bennett finally broke it.

"Fine then, I'll start," Bennett said. "I've-"

"No," I cut in. "Start it like how you'd introduce yourself in any intervention. 'Hi, my name is...'"

"But you guys already know my name."

"C'mon do it."

"Alright," he said before muttering how stupid this was. "Hi my name is Bennett."

"Hi Bennett," Jordan and I said in unison.

We both looked at Declan.

"No, I'm not doing it. You've gotten us to do this intervention thing this far. Don't push it."

Bennett continued. "I've been bullied for... acting different than other kids in my school. It's because of this I just shut the world out, I guess, better to leave me alone and I leave it alone."

"Declan how about you?"

He heaved out a sigh. "Hi, I'm Declan. I've been bullied because I got a history, all because I was different." Scary enough, he cracked his knuckles as he said, "With that, I just punch any idiot who makes the mistake of opening his mouth and try pointing it out."

"And Jordan?"

"Hi, I'm Jordan," he said with a smile, but I knew it was fake, and I hated knowing it. "I've been bullied because I was different from everyone else, and it made them feel weird-" he rubbed his eye "-I tried getting the good side of my bullies, be there to make them laugh instead of a punching bag. It lasted a while, but-" he paused and shrugged pathetically.

"It's not much, but I'm just happy you guys even said something."

"You say something Naomi," Declan said.

I hesitated, but thought since they said something, I might as well too. "Hi I'm Naomi. I've been bullied because I was different, period. And I dealt with it by... surviving."

Bennett nodded. "We all have."

It really was different now. All of this time, I thought they were friends with me because they pitied me. All of this time, I thought that there's this huge wall between us where they can never understand what it's like to be me. When really, they knew exactly what it felt. They noticed me, they saw me, and wanted to be my friend not because they pitied me, but because if they were in my shoes, being bullied and alone with no one there for me, they would want someone to hold out their hand to them and save them. I looked down at my phone that was still at the website homepage.

"Jordan, could you give me the password for the website?"

"How come?"

"Reasons."

"Well, no then."

I blinked. "How come?"

"Reasons."

"C'mon Jordan, why would you want to keep the website?"

"I worked very hard-"

"No you didn't."

"It took a couple of minutes," he corrected, "of my own time to get the website really easily, so it's rightfully mine."

"How can I get it then? How much?"

He thought for a second.

"Oh great, Jordan is thinking," I muttered to the other guys.

"Watch out, it might explode from overuse," Declan said with a laugh.

"Don't worry Declan," Jordan assured him. "It won't happen to me like you."

He stopped laughing at that.

"I got it," Jordan said with a snap of his fingers. "There's a fair coming to town this weekend and I want to go."

"Alright..." I said slowly. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"For the price of the website," he said with a slight smirk. "Let's go on a date."

You guys DO NOT know how long I've waited to write this chapter. It's been bubbling inside me, just waiting to burst out and be posted in Wattpad. I've seen comments about the guys like "Wow, I thought they were supposed to be bad boys" when they were doing something completely funny to other readers and myself. And I just wanted to throw this chapter at their faces, but I couldn't because I haven't written it yet.

NOW I HAVE.

And this chapter is dedicated to my awesome friend, TheCuteAsian! I hope you enjoyed this chapter just for you! See you in the texts! Hopefully you guys saw the video I posted at the top or at the right. If you haven't I'll wait. And don't bother skipping, watch it first.

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Hopefully you didn't just continue reading it because it's really necessary. C'mon, I'll wait again.

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Alright then. This guy is Ryan Higa, also known for his youtube channel, nigahiga. If you've watched the vid (which you MUST have, this is the last chance for you guys to seriously watch it) then you can see his point, and I agree. Yeah, cyber bullying is bad, but you can just delete it like Naomi who doesn't have any means of social media because she doesn't want to set herself for cyber bullying. How about you DEACTIVATE your accounts? I deactivate my FB account and I'm so much better without it, Wattpad is my FB.

Anyway about Ryan's bullying story, it's kinda like mine. Yeah, I've been bullied. Only a FEW people have private msg me and asked me if I'VE ever been bullied. I guess not a lot of people put 2 and 2 together (which gets 22), and think if the author writing this huge bullying book has even been bullied.

It's actually pretty hard to tell you guys. Mostly because I think you guys don't care, and that you're probably going to skip the whole thing and impatiently ask for the next chapter. But, it's really tough to tell this, and I guess it's the feeling all kids who've been bullied have, thinking that no one would care and it's pointless. So if you ever hear someone else tell their story, don't think it was easy for them, it was very courageous, so thank you for all of those who commented their own bullying stories here.

So since the guys told their stories, I might as well too.

At 6th grade, I was that nerdy, book-loving, sorta funny, short girl who had this stupid bob haircut and started developing... ugh A-C-N-E, and I was SO insecure about it. I would avoid people in the eye, try to cover it with my hair, thought everyone prettier than me was better than me, and hate everyone without it that made me feel depressed and hostile. And obviously, people, people who I thought were my friends made fun of me. It went like "someone hand me a marker, we can play connect the dots on her face" or "Woah, I can see a constellation on your face". It might not seem much to you. You probably think it's NOTHING to compared to what others have went through. But it was really bad to me because it destroyed my self esteem. To not even be able to face yourself in the mirror is worse than being not being able to face your bullies. And to be made fun of by something you can't control, something that isn't your fault, is terrible.

It made me look at the mirror and see how pathetic I am, making me want to just rip my face away and cry. It was like I was hanging from a cliff, and those people were just laughing at you than helping you, I was helpless. It went on for so long, I believed how ugly I was, and too many treatments were no help. Do you know how sad it was for someone to think themselves as ugly, stupid, useless? It's even worse than the bully telling you that for you. I would always take the jokes, sometimes try to laugh along with them, but it wasn't funny. I didn't tell anyone of course, not to my parents, not to any of my "I think real friends", no one.

Then I found it, humor. Humor saved me. Without it, I would still be the insecure girl at the corner instead of being... me. It really did saved me. Then another thing helped humor out when pulling me up from the cliff. Wattpad, more specifically you guys. Wattpad gave me a purpose, to wake up every day and write for you guys with the words locked in my head begging to get out.

So... yeah.

Mom, if you're reading this, don't worry, it's not your fault, don't ever think it is, it's mine. Anywho, I've finished this chapter a week ago. But the reason I've been holding it back was because today is a special day. No, not because its Stan Lee's birthday, and I did NOT just look it up. It's my Wattday, my Wattpad birthday! Yes, it's a thing. I've been on Wattpad two years now, man I feel old in Watt years. So I want to thank you all for being here, taking my book a chance, now I'm going to shut up and work on the next chapter.

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