Bullied By The Badboy, Protected By The Hot Doctor

Chapter 1

Chase POV

"What is wrong with you, Chase? You've been in high school for twelve years now. Are you planning not to ever graduate?" Mom flung my result on my face, obviously heartbroken. 

"Mom... I'm still trying my best. It's not just sinking in," It's crazy how I still dared to defend myself even in this condition, right?

"You are not doing your best, or maybe your best is not just enough," She scolded me again, and I sighed.

"Mom, I told you that I don't want to go to school. It's not my calling, and being in high school for so long should be proof that it's not my calling," I tried to defend myself, but she scoffed and the way she glared hard at me was really scary that my soul left my body for a second.

"Come on, Mom. Stop glaring at me like that," I threw my gaze away, and she sighed.

"You are turning twenty-two in a few months, Chase. Your age mates are already graduated from college and doing well in their business. Your sister is almost through with her high school, are you planning for her to graduate before you?" Mom was obviously frustrated by my actions, but it was also not my fault that nothing is working out for me, right? It's not that I'm not working hard. I'm doing my best, it's just not working.

"What best are you talking about? You don't even like studying. When was the last time you studied?" My subconscious mind asked me, and I sighed. Well, if there was anything I hated doing the most, then it was studying. I hate it with every drop of blood in me, but being blessed with the horrible fate of having parents that are obsessed with studying, what would I have done?

"Ugh! I'm going to try next time, Mom. I promise," This is what I've been saying for the last five years I should've graduated. I kept telling her that I would try my best, and in the end, I always ended up not making it out of school. I spent at least two years in each class which should've been less than a year before promoting to the next class because my grade kept dropping and I couldn't promote. Not that it ever went up, anyway. Teachers always got tired and ended up sending me to the next class. I've been in my finals for over two years now and there was no plan of leaving anytime soon, not until my grade went up. They meant business this time.

"Come on, Mom. Don't be mad at me," I hugged her. Heaven knows that it would've been a different case if it were to be my Dad, but thankfully he wasn't around yet. Having my Dad around has been my worst nightmare. 

"If you keep being like this, then I'm going to have to tell your dad to send you to Seoul to school," she threatened me, knowing that it has always been what I hated the most. All I ever wanted was to be here with my friends and enjoy the little things life has to offer. Leaving the country never crossed my mind for once, and it never will.

"I got it, Mom," I said to her before I finally left the house and drove to the house where I live with my friends. It was a house just beside the school.

"What took you so long, dude?" Jaxon, my closest friend and one of the members of our group asked me as soon as I walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch and pressing his phone while smoking a stick of cigarettes.

"Had a few things to deal with back there. Where are others?" I asked him, and he finally raised his gaze to look at me.

"Tristan just went out. Carl is busy in his room fucking a bitch he met at the club yesterday. I think Knox should be in his room doing his thing too. Always studying," He replied to me.

"What about you? What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Online class. It's frustrating, but I can't afford to miss it. Mom is definitely going to skin me alive if I fail to graduate this time around," He replied to me, and I sighed. Unlike every other member of the K5 group, I was different. Every other member although are not also good when it comes to studying, they have what they are good at. Jaxon was still trying to keep up with his grade because of his Mom even if things weren't working out for him like myself, although Carl is a spoilt brat just like everyone else, he was also excelling in his career and passion as an ice skater, Tristan may be tough too, he is also popular for being the best basketball player. He has won many matches for the school both within and outside the school. And Knox? Well, he is my favorite of all the members and the gentlest of us all. Knox was both brilliant and responsible. You would ask, what about me? Well, I guess the only thing I'm good at is fucking anything under skirt, drinking, clubbing, smoking, and of course, bullying. Well, we are all good at the bullying part, except for Knox.

The name is Chase Denver, the heir to Denver's group of companies, and the leader of the notorious toxic bullies in school. We are called the five kings of Denver's High. The K5 for short. 

"I should leave you to study then," I left Jaxon and headed upstairs to Knox's room.

"When did you come home?" I met him reading a novel in his room.

"Just now. Should we go for a walk?" I asked him, even though I already know what his answers would be.

"No. I'm reading for the literature test tomorrow," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. It's not my fault that I don't like studying, right?

"I should go to my room then," I left for my room and threw myself on the bed as soon as I got inside. If only Mom could withdraw me from school, then I would have nothing to worry about anymore.

"Can't she just ask someone to teach me how to manage the business without having to go to school?" I mumbled, sitting on the bed. My head was banging from the thoughts, so I pulled out my nightstand's drawer, then picked out the pack of cigarettes, and took a stick out. I lit it and started smoking. 

'Smokers are liable to die young' I scoffed after reading through the back of the pack. My life was already a mess, so isn't it better I die young than living like this? Ugh! Everything is frustrating.

"Die young my ass," I clicked my tongue and tossed the Pack back into the drawer...

Chapter 2

Charity POV

The sound of my blaring alarm woke me from my deep slumber, and I tossed on the bed while still having my eyes half-closed. My whole body ached, and the thought of resuming a new school today made it even worse. Why the hell do I have to go to school when I could just stay in bed and sleep all day? Well, the answer is that nobody will stop me even if I decided to stop going to school, but what about my mom that had that as her last wish before she breathed her last? Well, that was the only reason I have been keeping up with this shitty stuff, even if it was never what I wanted.




I pushed my thoughts away as I finally dragged myself from the bed, walking sluggishly into the bathroom afterward.




My name is Charity Coleman, eighteen years old highschool girl, turning nineteen in a few months. 

As bad as it is, I lost my mom when I just turned fifteen, and life has been harsh on me since then.