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Please Hear What I'm TryingPlease Hear What I'm Trying by ~SnarkyGirl101
Wearing that red and white jacket down the hallways made him feel powerful. Being a football player on a losing team didn't brand you a Lima Loser, but it was higher than being in AV club and all those other geeky clubs. It was a sense of security, a guarantee that no one would mess with you. And the fact that putting others down to make yourself better isn't bad either. He's not as dumb as he comes off. Book learning and all that stuff that won't do any good in a few years just isn't his thing. But when it comes to emotions, he knows he's bullying to make himself feel better. He doesn't care what guidance counselors would say to that, they're all messed up too, just look at that freak germophobe that keeps googly-eying that married Spanish teacher.
So making fun of others helped him, be it putting that wheelchair kid in the portapotty or slushying that annoying Berry. Things were going well, he'd been at this for a year of high school, and the new year had just begun. Nothi