Joe William
Bullied
"Disease does not come, even invited. Oh, my God, the Great..! I beg you to protect this Stone Town campus from Joe the horned devil!" Namora's prayer in the heart.
"I'm surprised. It could be a hunchback to cover up his identity. But I think that's too intent. I don't know what other disaster this is. Hope I'm not dragged. But he told me to pretend not to know. Yes already. Think of me as amnesia. Forgot memories!" Namora said again and rushed out of the place.
"Observe you Namora! I'm torturing you!" Joe said in his heart because he had once glanced at Namora who hunted down.
While patting the back of his pants and raising the waist of the pants to almost the heart, Joe stepped indifferently. He did not care at all about the unclean looks of the people looking at him. For him, he had to introduce himself immediately. Hopefully he doesn't go through the ospek that will make him die standing. However, whose name was a freshman, it was something he had to go through steadfastly.
From the canteen, the J7 members who now live six only pay attention to the new child while shaking their heads. Sometimes a heavy breath is heard from everyone.
"How, Jaiz? It turns out that what we expected really didn't work out,"
"Bodo is great! Comein. I'm lazy to talk about that new guy!" Answer one of the six young men named Jaiz.
"Eh. His name is Joe! Same goes we. If he joins us, our complete member will be J seven."
"Ngaco loe! Already ah. Let's go to class. It's late again!"
"OK."
The six of them immediately left the canteen where they always gathered.
In class, Joe's presence is now a laughing stock for every student.
Joe who when it introduces himself suddenly can cheer from many people. It could be said that now in the classroom almost everyone cheered the young cupu made the Lecturer to reprimand them, then they were all silent.
Joe now who is really acting like a true cockroach with the wrong behavior of stepping into an empty chair.
Pork!
"Haha...!"
As Joe walked toward the empty seat, one of the men he passed stuck out his leg blocking Joe's step. Joe knows and could have avoided. However, again he pretended to bego until finally his feet tripped and fell almost face down on the floor.
Laughter from them also broke to see the incident.
While rubbing his palms that did not hurt, Joe finally returned to walking and immediately sat on the empty chair while fixing the thick and round location of his glasses.
"Do you see that, Mira? How cute he is. I'll interrupt the new kid later!"
"Don't do it, Goddess! What can you expect from that cute and geeky student?" Ask Mira.
"Just a fad!"
"Huh you this. But yes it is. Than no work."
"Haha..!"
They laughed again as they stared at Joe who seemed focused on listening to the material given by the Lecturer. This was because, as a freshman, he had to take two classes at once morning and evening to catch up.
"Good one month. If it's five months, I die if I have to repeat everything from scratch again" Joe said in his heart. At least he did not care about the insulting and mocking gazes of the other students. To him, if he wanted to, they could all he throw up. But what does that mean?
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The class that Joe attended was finally finished.
Now all students of the faculty of economics majoring in Management can breathe a sigh of relief.
For Joe, even though it is not difficult, but because everything is new, coupled with the welcome people have to him, a little bit makes the learning process somewhat disrupted as well.
Just now he reached the campus, now he has been waiting for by senior brothers at the Campus.
Joe knows what this all means. This was none other than an unpleasant first greeting for him.
"Hi Joe's. Your name is Joe, right?" Ask Mira to Joe.
Joe just nodded as he hugged a few books on his chest.
"Get rid of your fucking book first. Now, you have to buy us in the cafeteria! Can't refuse! Or did you see there?! We're gonna chain that butut Vespa of yours so you can't go home!" Threaten Mira again.
Half-dead Joe tried to make his face look frightened. And it worked.
"Ja-ja-don't. Don't you guys do anything about my favorite bike! I'm willing to buy you guys!" Joe said with a frightened gesture.
"Haha. Turns out you're good too. All righty! But don't think that it's just us! Look there it is!" The word Goddess pointed towards some long benches.
"Haiy...!" They said they waved their hands at Joe.
"So crowded?" Joe asked as he swallowed his saliva. Her jakun is now down and up imagining how crowded he must treat.
"Why? You scared? If so, fine! We'll tie your rotten bike. Come friends!" Bring Mira.
"Don't! Don't do that. I'll treat you all!"
"Well. So dong! Let's get our manteman to eat! Someone is paying,"
They now ran to the cafeteria and pushed each other to get a seat.
Joe was really bullied this time. He usually pranks others. But now he seems to have instant karma.
Not not capable. But, he felt like he was really being bullied. And it's really something he doesn't like very much.
While stroking his chest, Joe also stepped his legs towards them and stood looking at those who were currently eating voraciously.
"Hey new boy! Here sit!" Tegur a young man who was the same age as him.
Joe turned his face away and then he timidly stepped closer to the table of the person who called him earlier.
"Thank you bro. Oh yea. Aren't you ashamed to sit at a table with me?" Ask Joe.
"Haha. Just relax Joe."
"Oh yeah. You already know my name. But sorry for that. Can I know your name?" Joe asked doubtfully.
"Can. I'm your senior here. My name is Jericho. People recognize me here as one of J7's frontrunners. You can call me by that name!"
"Oh. Sorry brother. It turns out you're my senior" Joe said to be unwell.
"Haha. You're too stiff. I'm not the same as those who like to bully new kids. For me, as long as I'm not kicked out, then I'll relax" Jericho said with a laugh.
"But brother, what is J7?" Ask Joe who really doesn't know.
"Sometimes you'll know for yourself. Yes, I first pull it off! Don't give them all too much heart. Remember that!" Jericho warned Joe not to give them too much heart.
Seriate...