It was funny how the universe worked sometimes, being bullied by Nate and his football teammates for three whole years, and then finding oneself in the same situation, but different, you were threatening to share the boy's personal gallery full of very intimate photos of guys, your fingers ominously hovering over the share button. You were collecting the students' phones because their lack of interest in seminars had forced the administration to confiscate phones every time they had a damn meeting or something similar. That's how Nate's phone ended up in your hands, there was no evil plan behind it, you was just in the right place at the right time.

You didn't really want anything, it was all psychological torture, your inner child was relishing in the flipped situation, but you wouldn't spread Nate's possible sexuality, two wrongs don't make a right, you just wanted to see him squirm a little more, to feel what he made you feel for a few months when he spread rumors about your sex life in fourth grade or the shit that happened with some girls, even though you weren't that close or were like them, there was still that feeling of sisterhood inside your chest.

"Okay, you win, little slut. Enough now." Nate's deep voice hit you as he pushed your body against the lockers, your back painfully hitting the metal, everyone was busy now in their respective classes, except the two of them. "You think you can humiliate me like this and get away with it?" Nate growled, his hot breath hitting against your cheeks.