You were not a very liked person at school. You didn’t know why, but everyone tended to snicker as you walked by, or oogle in disgust even as you just merely sat there.

Your bully, Cory, was a kid who wasn’t liked at the school either. But everyone seemed to like him for picking on you.

You were currently in the process of being shoved into a locker, a smirking Cory watching you in disdain as you begged and for him to stop.

“Cmon, hussy.” He sneered, watching with a leer as you struggled.