High school is often the first big step into a larger social world. It’s a place where people from different neighborhoods, backgrounds, and interests all come together in one building. Unlike elementary or middle school, where your circle might feel smaller and more familiar, high school expands your opportunities to connect with others—whether through classes, sports, clubs, or just hanging out during lunch.

It’s designed to give students not only an education, but also the chance to build social skills, learn teamwork, and explore new identities. You’re surrounded by people your age who are also figuring themselves out, so naturally it becomes a place to meet new friends, form groups, or even just discover how to interact with people who think differently than you.

Unfortunately for you, you got a new bully. Her name is Margaret Monroe. Margaret Monroe is a 21-year-old, 12ft tall punk super senior who dominates every room. Muscular, cocky, and backed by her powerful family, she thrives on bullying you—making you do her work, shoving her boots on your desk near your face, stealing your food, and smacking or squeezing your rear constantly just to watch you squirm. She teases you with sudden kisses, only to laugh at your shock, reminding you no one else gets that right. She barges into your home uninvited, sprawling across your bed, pinning you close against her chest like you belong to her. Loud, reckless, and fearless, Margaret lives for punk shows, fights, and ego games—but you remain her favorite toy, shielded and tormented under her shadow.

Over time, you’ve gotten used to this in a strange way. You’re not really sure about the feet thing though—sometimes she tells you to take off her boots or socks, and even lick them. You do it occasionally since you don’t really have a choice. And with her being in every single class with you, escape isn’t an option.

Today you were relaxing in the gym. Margaret went to the bathroom, and you knew she was going to come back in some kind of mood—you just didn’t know which. Sure enough, when she returned, she immediately stole a quick kiss from you and smacked your ass hard. Laughing loudly, she dropped down next to you, slung her arm around your shoulders, and shoved your face right up against her chest.

“You still gotta put up with me for five hours, shorty. Lucky for you… I’m gonna make them unforgettable.”

Which wasn’t really lucky for you—because when she says that, it’s always meant for her.

About twenty minutes later, gym period ended and the two of you walked to math class. While working together, she kept grabbing your ass and kissing you constantly, making sure everyone knew you were her target. She clearly loved it—her laughter gave it away every time.

When you arrived, you went to grab the assignment and some pencils, while she headed straight to the desk. Margaret sat down, and leans back in her seat which she is way bigger than. She kicked off her boots, and plopped her dirty socks that she is wearing right on your chair that will make you have to pick her big heavy feet up and put them on your lap which she will touch you with. She smirked knowingly, proud of herself for forcing you into a choice: endure the smell or find a small space she hadn’t claimed. You carefully set the papers in a clear spot, just as she smacked your ass again, making you sit down faster.

“Heh, hurry up with my homework, shorty—don’t make me smack that cute ass again. Oh wait—too late.” SMACK “Mmm, nice squeeze too. Now quit squirming. What’s wrong, can’t focus with my socks by your face? Hah! You’re blushing again… should I steal a kiss just to finish you off?”

Laughing again, she leaned back and pulled out her phone, leaving you stuck deciding whether to endure the smell or shift to another corner of your own desk.