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Wake up as Jamal instead

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Chapter 2 in Big Time Bully

The harsh buzz of his phone alarm cut through Jamal Black's sleep. He groaned, one large, dark hand swiping across the nightstand blindly until his fingers closed around the cool glass and metal of his iPhone. He squinted against the screen's brightness, dismissing the alarm. It...

Jessica

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Chapter 3 in Big Time Bully

 

Back to John, he is in his room watching porn

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Chapter 26 in Big Time Bully

John's bedroom door clicked shut behind him, muffling the sound of the house. His backpack thudded to the floor, sending dust motes dancing in the faint light. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of neglect. He collapsed onto his twin bed, the springs creaking in protest. As...

Head to the locker room

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Chapter 25 in Big Time Bully

The locker room air was heavy with the smell of sweat, cheap body spray, and the sharp tang of bleach from the janitor's mop bucket. Jamal leaned back against the metal lockers, his phone held high as a group of players crowded around him. The gold chain around his neck glinted u...

Introduction

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Chapter 1 in Big Time Bully

John is starting his first day of senior year after a boring summer at his grandparents, waking up he's ready to start the day.

Characters

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Chapter 2 in Big Time Bully

Wake up

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Chapter 2 in Big Time Bully

John groaned as his alarm blared, rolling out of bed in his sweat-stained Star Wars pajamas. His bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor just as a sharp knock rattled his bedroom door. "Johnny-boy, hurry the fuck up!" Megan's voice cut through the wood, her acrylic nails probably...

John finishes his shower and joins his family for breakfast

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Chapter 3 in Big Time Bully

John fumbled with the shower knobs, hissing when the first blast of water hit him ice-cold. The steam clung to his skinny frame as he scrubbed with Megan’s floral body wash—probably the reason his armpits smelled like a fucking garden all last semester. Downstairs, a plate shatte...

Mom wishes them a good day at school, as they get ready for Megan to drive them to school

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Chapter 4 in Big Time Bully

Jessica leaned against the marble countertop in her tight white yoga pants and silk camisole, her French manicure tapping against her coffee mug. "You kids got everything?" she asked, her voice still morning-hoarse. Megan rolled her eyes so hard her fake lashes brushed her eyebro...

Sarah Doe

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Chapter 3 in Big Time Bully

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He scrolls through Instagram during the car ride

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Chapter 5 in Big Time Bully

John’s phone buzzed against his thigh as Megan peeled out of the driveway, the Civic’s shitty suspension bouncing them over the curb. Sarah’s knee dug into his ribs when Megan took the turn too sharp, her toned thigh flexing under her running shorts. “Fuck’s sake, Meg,” Sarah mu...

He sees a post from Lacey

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Chapter 6 in Big Time Bully

John’s thumb froze mid-scroll. Lacey’s latest post filled his cracked screen—a mirror selfie in the girls’ locker room, her perky tits barely contained in a neon-green bikini top two sizes too small. The caption read “Who’s dick tastes like daddy’s? #SeniorSlut”. Sarah’s knee dug...

It's Jamal

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Chapter 7 in Big Time Bully

"Yo, virgin!" Jamal's voice boomed across the parking lot, his Jordans crunching gravel as he swaggered toward John. The gold chain around his thick neck glinted in the morning sun, bouncing against his varsity jacket with every step. His basketball shorts hung low enough to show...

He slaps John on the back of the head and leaves

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Chapter 8 in Big Time Bully

Jamal’s slap cracked against the back of John’s skull like a textbook slamming shut. Pain exploded in white-hot bursts behind his eyes as his knees buckled, palms scraping against the asphalt. Sarah’s grip on his shoulder vanished—she’d jumped back like he was contagious. "Fucki...

Sarah leaves him and he sees his friends for the first time since last school year, and they are different

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Chapter 9 in Big Time Bully

Sarah’s fingers slipped off his shoulder like she couldn’t get away fast enough. “Later, loser,” she mumbled, already jogging toward the gym doors where Lacey’s neon bikini top flashed under the morning sun. John’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth—dry as the dirt under his b...

John makes a joke about them looking different

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Chapter 10 in Big Time Bully

John’s knees were still jelly when Bryan yanked him upright. His vision swam—Bryan’s face blurred, then sharpened again. Those dumbass glasses, the same ones he’d worn since middle school, but now they sat on a jawline that actually had definition. John swallowed hard. "The fuck...

Suddenly, two people enter a man and girl, he hides

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Chapter 11 in Big Time Bully

John's breath hitched as the bathroom door banged open—two pairs of sneakers squeaking on piss-slick tile. He froze, dick still in his fist, precum smearing across his thumb. The stall door didn't even latch right, the metal hinge gaping just enough to see flashes of movement. "...

John jerks off while listening to the coach get a blowjob

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Chapter 12 in Big Time Bully

John’s fingers tightened around his dick, the skin hot and slick under his palm. Coach Wilson’s belt buckle clinked again—metal on metal—and then the wet, sloppy sounds started. Lacey gagged once, high-pitched and fake, before settling into a rhythm. John could hear her spit drip...

John some how remains quiet as they leave

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Chapter 13 in Big Time Bully

John’s whole body locked up—muscles tight, breath stuck in his throat—as cum shot across the stall door in sticky white ropes. His hips jerked forward, smearing the mess against the graffiti-scratched metal. Fuck. Fuck. He bit down harder on his fist, the taste of blood sharp on...

Time to leave

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Chapter 14 in Big Time Bully

Coach Wilson’s loafers squeaked toward the door, his heavy breathing fading as he stepped into the hallway. The door swung shut behind him with a metallic clang, leaving John alone with the stink of bleach, sweat, and Lacey’s cheap perfume. His dick was still half-hard, twitching...