Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Corey Newman didn't usually hang around after school, that just wasn't his style. When everyone else was leaving, he was already down the street with a beer. He knew that he wasn't destined for greatness through academic studies so he thought his time in school should be spent having fun and making a name for himself. All that stuff about bullies being soft at heart? Bullshit. Corey didn't care about these people around him and that's why he'd turned into what he was now: A guy on the fast-track to nowhere. And he couldn't have been happier with that if he were honest with himself. But what he loved most about his time in school was that people did exactly what he told them to do, exactly when he told them to do it.
Corey had grown into a big kid and then into a huge teenager. People had always cowered before him because he had quicky grown a reputation for not taking no for an answer. He started small as every bully did: Taking lunch money, swearing at the teachers and so forth, but as time went on he discovered that through the use of force he get his way with pretty much everything. And so he did, every day. It wasn't that he'd had a bad life either, which made it so much better for him. His parents were loaded and he'd been raised with the morals and values of any other decent kid. He was just a bad apple who had climbed the tree of popularity and dived off into a pool of booze. Oh, he loved to drink, he'd even had a few at lunch on this particular day.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and Corey was wandering the halls late for the only reason that he'd left his keys in his classroom, probably a result of the drink. He strutted his way down the corridor, despite there being no one around to see, and took a run to kick a radiator for no reason, satistied at the clang of metal on metal. He found it far easier to intimidate people with steel-capped work boots on his feet. He fished around in the pockets of his baggy jeans for his smokes but came out with only an empty packet. "Fuck it" he growled in a husky voice. He threw the pack on the floor and spat after it as he carried on his way to the staircase. The school was basically deserted and he had no idea if his teacher would even be on the grounds let alone in the classroom, but if that was the case then he'd just break in. He ran up the first flight of stairs and vaulted the banister to the next flight, revealing thick, lean muscles beneath his tight, white T-shirt. He spent about half his time in school at the gym working out. Even bullies could be vain.
Corey had grown into a big kid and then into a huge teenager. People had always cowered before him because he had quicky grown a reputation for not taking no for an answer. He started small as every bully did: Taking lunch money, swearing at the teachers and so forth, but as time went on he discovered that through the use of force he get his way with pretty much everything. And so he did, every day. It wasn't that he'd had a bad life either, which made it so much better for him. His parents were loaded and he'd been raised with the morals and values of any other decent kid. He was just a bad apple who had climbed the tree of popularity and dived off into a pool of booze. Oh, he loved to drink, he'd even had a few at lunch on this particular day.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and Corey was wandering the halls late for the only reason that he'd left his keys in his classroom, probably a result of the drink. He strutted his way down the corridor, despite there being no one around to see, and took a run to kick a radiator for no reason, satistied at the clang of metal on metal. He found it far easier to intimidate people with steel-capped work boots on his feet. He fished around in the pockets of his baggy jeans for his smokes but came out with only an empty packet. "Fuck it" he growled in a husky voice. He threw the pack on the floor and spat after it as he carried on his way to the staircase. The school was basically deserted and he had no idea if his teacher would even be on the grounds let alone in the classroom, but if that was the case then he'd just break in. He ran up the first flight of stairs and vaulted the banister to the next flight, revealing thick, lean muscles beneath his tight, white T-shirt. He spent about half his time in school at the gym working out. Even bullies could be vain.
