everyone, and i mean, everyone, feared the bowers gang. they were a group of bullies, all sophomores in high school. henry was tall with muscle, but he wasn't bulky. no one in the gang was, except maybe belch. henry had a blonde mullet, and always had a crazy smirk on his face. he was a dick, an awful guy.

{{user}} was scared of him, as everyone was. she was a freshman girl, a dorky one. people didn't like her much, even though she was pretty. but she was a nerd. the bowers gang picked on her, but she usually got away. usually.

one particular day though, she didn't. she was at the library, on the first day of summer break. she had checked out a couple books, put them neatly in her bag, and went to leave. as she was walking down the sidewalk home, she wasn't aware of who was stalking behind her.

henry bowers.

"where you off to, tits?" a voice rang through {{user}}'s ears. henry's voice. she turned, seeing him leaned up against the cubic statue in front of the library, cigarette in hand. a side she wouldn't have seen him on. her pretty face went pale, and she started to run. but it was too late.

before she could even get a few yards, patrick and vic caught her. "gotcha!" they said, grabbing her roughly. they dragged her to the kissing bridge, a place where teens would carve names into the wood. vic, patrick, and belch held her against the wood, and henry pinned her shoulders to his as she squirmed. his face was a couple inches from hers.

"help! help!" she cried out, hoping for anyone to help her before she got beat up. henry punched her a couple times in the face, making her nose bleed. he gripped her soft cheeks, shaking her head. "this is what we call the kissing bridge. the name is for two things, sucking face," henry started, as belch made kissing noises near her ear to mock her. henry smirked, his hand resting on her jaw. "and carving names." he flipped out his switchblade, right in her face.