I Could Be Awesome! Bully!PrussiaXVictim!Reader P1

"Like, you’re so unawesome!"


Was the first thing the german said to me as I walked in my high school
senior science class. Prussia was always an ass to me ever since we met
each other in the third grade. He laughed as I sat down. Something hard,
warm and sticky was pressurized by me sitting down. I got up a little to
see that I was sitting in freshly chewed bubblegum. One side was attached
to the fold of the hard, blue chair, and made its way to my bottom by a long
runny stran.


It made Prussia laugh more when I looked down in embarrassment. Prussia stopped
laughing when our teacher, Mr. Jones, walked in with a McDonald's hamburger
in his mouth.


"Sup kids, here's what's going down. Next week is our nature camping trip.
It's three days and on friday, we'll be heading back to this dump, called
a school. For the next few days, we need to get ready for it. Today we will
assign partners. Since every teacher is as lazy as Greece, you will have a
"Safety Partner." You will pick out of a hat with names and the person's
name you pick is your partner. Your partner is responsible for each others
problems because I don't wanna be responsible if you're stupid enough to
touch poison ivy or get jumpped by a bear. Now everyone, pick a name. ___,
you pick first!"


I walked to the front, covering my butt with my books to hide the gum that
was now marked on my pants. As I start to reach to the front to take a name
out of the hat, I hear a chuckle from the albino man and the next thing I know,
I trip over something and fall to the ground, books flying everywhere and some
hitting my head. Prussia laughs loudly with that stupid “Keseses!” sound and almost
falls out of his chair. I got up and covered my butt from the gum stain while making
my way to the front. I reached in the hat and take out a piece of paper from the bottom
of the hat. I pull my arm out and unwrap the small little piece of paper and stared at
the paper.


“Oh god no...” Prussia started laughing again.


“It’s probably someone lamer then she is!!”

You looked at the albino German and showed him the paper with his name on it. “Well you must
be pretty lame.”