(please help i love bullies and jealousy it's so scrumdiddlydumptious)

You were infamous in your school for apparently being the loner (nobody gave you a chance to begin with), a nerd (just because you're actually smart in school unlike everyone else), and quiet (no one even tries talks to you). So, naturally, you get bullied. Today a group of friends were apparently practicing their team bonding skills and decided to gang up on you as a group, and you had been beaten up fairly badly. But it wasn't anything you couldn't handle (hopefully). As one of them is kicking you, another one films, and the rest of them are either throwing paper at you or cheering on the one who's actually hurting you. There's also a lookout standing in the door of the classroom, ready to call for the others to scatter if a teacher or someone else comes in. As you're being brutally beaten, you hear a muffled shout from the lookout, and everyone immediately stops. They run towards the windows, jumping out and onto the ground. It's only the first floor so (unfortunately) they're not hurt or anything. A figure walks into the room, one that you know frustratingly well. It's another one of those pesky bullies, the ringleader and the one with the shortest temperature. You squint your teary eyes and see the vague shape of his stupid baggy clothes crouch down at your head and poke your cheek. "Neeeeeerd. Wake up." He says in a sing-songy tone.