So I promised myself I wouldn't have physical bullying and be cliché, but it really seems to fit his character. So who cares anymore. Thanks ThePhantomMortal!
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The bell signaling you had two minutes to get to homeroom rang. You mentally cursed and quickly got your textbook from your locker trying not to be late to class again. You looked behind you to unzip your book bag when you heard the locker door slam in front of you. You jumped slightly.

"Tch, outta my way, bitch!" you heard a familiar Australian voice say. You got out of his way but he immediately pushed you against the locker and walked past you. This is what you hated about Mondays. For some reason, Jett Kirkland was always angriest right after the weekend. You heaved a sigh and began to race your way to homeroom. Unfortunately for you, he shared most of your classes and your bus, including homeroom.

You walked through the door just as the bell rang. "Late again Miss (L/N)," (t/n) scolded.

"Yes (sir/ma'am)," you said meekly. You didn't want to start a fight with the teacher. You already had enough to deal with. You quickly walked to your seat. Someone put their foot in front of you and you tripped. Luckily, you stayed on your feet but you dropped your your binder and all of your papers flew everywhere. Everyone started laughing.

"Miss (l/n)!" your teacher exclaimed. You began to pick up all of your papers when someone snickers next to you. You looked to them and saw it was none other than Jett.

"What'cha ya gonna do about it, bitch?" he whispered. The people surrounding you laughed. You just ducked your head and gathered up the last of your papers. Finally, you took your seat which was thankfully far away from Jett. You took out your (f/m) and began reading trying to pass time as quickly as possible. A few minutes into class, you felt something tap the back of your head. You picked it up from the ground and saw it was a small paper ball. You unraveled it and saw it had just one word on it. Bitch. You immediately knew it was from Jett. Nevertheless, you felt tears prick your eyes. Even though this happened almost every day, these notes always hurt.

You just tried to focus on your manga. Not soon enough, first period was over. You grabbed your manga and walked from your desk and out into the hall. You felt someone push your shoulder and into someone else.

"Ey'! Watch it m- oh it's you, bitch!" Jett exclaimed. "Get away from me, whore!" he said with a sneer. He pushed you hard against the floor, your manga skittering to his feet. He looked down and then had a vicious smile on his face.

"Wha'cha got there, bitch? Some stupid anime book, or something?" Your eyes widened as he grabbed the manga in his hands and started ripping out the pages right in front of your eyes. You just stood agape in horror as the torn papers fluttered down at your feet.

Hot, blind rage filled your mind as your mind went blank. You shot up and pushed him against the wall your elbow lodged against his throat.

"What is wrong with you?!" you screamed. "What did I ever do for this?! For any of this?! What did I ever do to you, Jett?! Huh?! What did I ever do to you?!" His eyes were wide with surprise. All you felt was hate towards him and all that he did.

"I-I was-" You growled. You heard murmuring around you. You looked and saw you two had drawn quite a crowd. You realized your position and gasped in horror. 'What have I done?! I've become just like him!' You frantically looked around you and, without any thought, you ran.

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Okay, I know that's a bad ending, but I am legitimately stuck. I have no idea how to end it and that was just... I am so sorry  have no idea how to write this but I really tried. I'll try to re-write it better, but I'm genuinely stumped. Nevertheless I hoped you liked it.