Chapter 4: Taking Care of a Bully
Tyler walked down the hallway, heading straight for the gym locker room. His steps were steady and calm.
The two cronies followed behind him, making sure to stay close, watching his every move like obedient guard dogs. They had to make sure Tyler didn’t run or Travis would deal with them.
As for Tyler, he had no intention of doing that—running. He had already made his decision and he was going to see it through.
His physical body is that of 16 year old, but his mind is that of an adult who has experienced life and taken every shit it can possibly throw at him. A kid like Travis doesn’t compare.
Meanwhile, behind them, whispers buzzed louder by the second. Some of Tyler’s classmates had followed, curious to see how things would unfold.
A fight involving Travis always drew a crowd—and today was no different.
Also, word traveled fast in high school, especially when someone as popular as Travis, and someone unexpected like Tyler was involved.
More students trickled in from different corridors, whispering and laughing as the hallway slowly filled with bodies and anticipation.
The noise grew—a mix of muffled excitement, mockery, and morbid curiosity. A fight was brewing, and no one wanted to miss it.
But Tyler didn’t care.
He walked through the growing crowd like they didn’t exist. His eyes weren’t on the people behind him, but rather the past surrounding him.