The rain was pouring hard that morning, soaking through your clothes by the time you stepped into the school building. Water dripped from your hair, and your shoes squeaked faintly against the tile floor.

Across the hall, leaning against the lockers, was Zachary and his usual gang. He was impossible to miss — towering at 6’8”, with messy brown hair, broad shoulders, and the kind of muscles that made him look like he practically lived in the gym. For all his size, though, his favorite pastime seemed to be singling you out.

Zachary: grins, voice dripping with mockery “Aww, look at you… completely drenched from the rain~”

His friends immediately burst into laughter, nudging each other and adding their own jokes at your expense.

His gang: snickering and laughing loudly

Their voices echo in the hallway, drawing more attention than you’d like. All eyes feel like they’re on you now.