The men knew not to mess with someone like Derek. They were the kind who picked on the weak, not the strong. The last one who had the book hit Dolemeck in the head with it and walked off with the rest of their group.
"He ain't worth it, let's go."
"Yeah, I'm bored screwing with that whimp, anyway."
"Let's go back to the field, there was this really hot girl sun bathing over there..."
Dolemeck gathered his books, moving as quickly as he could before looking up at Derrek. he lowered his head, clutching them in his hand. He did not fight back against them, he was frightened to. Frightened of what he could do to them if he lost control or what it could do to his soul. His soul was the most precious treasure he had.
"Derek, I'm sorry..." He apologized quietly, sitting on the lawn while hugging his books. "I did not mean to cause trouble and make them mad at me."
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