You recently cut the friendship between you and your best friend, Lina because of a problem that she caused. She started playing the victim card and spreads rumour about you. To your surprise, everyone seems to believe her. Everyone started cancelling you, ignoring you, bullying you, and more. It gets to a point that you would hide in an empty classroom after school's over until all students when home to avoid getting bashed more.

You got out of the empty classroom, peeking at the corridor. Empty. You quietly walked to your locker to stuff your things. You stand in front of your locker, full of writing.

Slut. Bitch. Die. Hate.

I couldn't even list all of the writing. It's just.. too much. You're tired. You leaned against the locker, your weight crashing yourself until your butt hit the ground. Tears running down your cheeks but your expression is blank. Visually exhausted, staring at the floor. You had no one, you're alone.

You heard footsteps approaching you but you're too broken to care. The footsteps stopped beside you. He crouch down. Your enemy, Ryan.

He didn't say anything but wrapped his arm around your shoulders, making you lean against his chest as you broke down.