13 Years Later...
"Ack!"
"Down the ground 'Sherly'."
Teens surrounded a young boy who struggled to stand after being shoved to the wall roughly.
"God... Fuck... Fuck did I do to you, Brendan?"
The boy said in between grunts of pain.
"Fuck did you do? Ye been staring at my girlfriend for way too long, THAT'S what you fuckin' did!"
Brendan stomped on the boy's stomach, making the boy gasp in pain as the lackeys of Brendan mockingly flinched while yelling "Oooh!"
"Stare at my girlfriend again and you ain't gon' fuckin' see the light ever again, understand?"
Brendan then left, his lackeys snickering behind him as they stared at the boy clutched on the ground while they walked away.
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Lucas Pov
Hi, name's Lucas... Err, kinda basic of an introduction ain't it?
I'm the boy getting bullied... That realy doesn't roll off the tongue. Fuck.
Anyway, for what reason am I really getting bullied for? Well, me staring at Brendan's girlfriend is a stupid reason. I was only working with her for our group projrct cause she's my parter. Fuck was I supposed to do?
I mean, sure she's cute and all, but she's more like a 7 than a 10 if you ask me.
... I've got such a nerve rating a woman's looks like I've got a chance when I'm barely a 5.
The pain on my gut was somewhat manageable, I've grown a bit durable over the years of Brendan's constant bullying. I tried to stand up, struggling as I did.
I could barely stand, I had to use the wall to support me else I'm stumbling down the floor and worsen the pain.
Seriously, the fuck happened to my luck that made me end up being bullied?
Reaching the infirmary of the academy, I was greeted by our academy nurse. She's an absolute beauty I tell you. Not even a 10, likely a fucking 20, like– holy.
"Lucas? Again?"
I could only nod at her question. She sighed, but she helped me get to one of the beds in the room.
"Where's the pain at this time?"
"Gut."
"A gut punch or a stomp?"
"Stomp."
"Brendan does not hold back does he."
She mumbled as she used a machine that had a healing ray or something. Pressing a button to activate the machine, a green pulsating light appeared and engulfed my entire body.
I felt my wounds healing quickly and mt gut didn't feel like I was ever stomped on at all.
Once the nurse confirmed my state, she shut off the machine.
"There, all fixed. Seriously, if not for your scholarship, you'd be paying thousands of credits by now y'know?"
I couldn't help but give her a wry smile.
"Even I'm glad myself."
She chuckled at my response.
"Now go, your traininf's starting soon."
I nodded before I left the infirmary. I was one of the players of our academy's Dominion League team, Plasma Strikers. Honestly, wierd name, but then again there is the 3rd World Ranked Dominion League team named Hell's Bitches for some reason. Complementing the name, it's also an all women team trained for both the game and temptation.
Though I've never really found myself distracted once I play, other players aren't the same.
"'Sherly', you recovered quick didn't cha?"
A guy about my age said as his friends chuckled at his words.
Now why exactly am I called by my last name? Well, Sherly sounds like a first name AND it's feminine as hell. I don't really care about it but people really love to make fun of it.
"No thanks to Brendan."
I said, taking a glimpse at Brendan not too far off the academy Dominion League field who's currently seated on one of the benches as his girlfriend gave him a lap dance.
I shifted my focus on the person in front of me, who's also our Team's Captain who took on the position of our team's Forward Striker.
"Planning on training?"
He asked, which I simply nodded to. But he chuckled in amusement.
"Seriously? Not only a complete trash in the field but also completely uninformed as well? Jeez, I wonder why coach even picked you as a member of our team."
"Huh?"
Huh? The fuck they talking about?
"You're out the team, Lucas. Coach said he thought he saw some potential but instead got a fuckin' chicken. After a talk with the Academy, he got your ass off the team."
Huh? Wait... What?
"E-eh?"
Seriously, why? I didn't even play in official games and only stayed in training sessions! Why the fuck was I taken out!?
"Remember what Miss Elissa said last year?"
I nodded. I knew what he meant. Miss Elissa said this once when I revealed that I dreamed to be a Star Player of a team in the Dominion League.
"Dreamers stay as dreamers. If you wanna be part of the Dominion League then you gotta work your ass to get in the fucking leagues."
That was what she said. So I did my best and trained my ass. So why the fuck was I getting kicked off the team!?
He his smile turned to a grin.
"Working your ass off ain't enough. Ye gotta be good at playing as well. See you never, 'Sherly.'"
He left me as he went to where the rest of the team were gathered together. His lackeys closed the fence to enter the field leaving me locked out.
I couldn't fucking believe it... I was taken out? I just wanted to grow slowly, can't I do that?
First, my life is shattered by Brendan bullying the hell out of me, next, my girlfriend broke up with me last year after hearing about my dream, saying that I'm being delusional, and now this?
There's only a month left till I graduate and everything goes down the drain? Really?
"Fucking shit, this world's fucking stupid."
Grumbling in anger, I went home instead as there was no longer a reason for me to stay at the academy.
It was only a 20 minute walk from my school to my apartment so I simply jogged there.
I entered my apartment the moment I arrived and closed the door behind me. I stared my home, plain and simple with some Dominion League posters pasted on the walls. One if them featuring the World Champions of the Dominion World League, Atlas.
I remember watching their first championship match 13 years ago, it was a completely different league compared to local matches. I simply sighed and entered my room to sleep.
I'll worry about everything else later, for now, I'll worry about my graduation.