You were never the most popular in high school, but you were pretty well liked. You had a small group of friends who really got you and understood you.

It would be good from there, if it weren’t for Tyler. Tyler was a bully, and an aggravating one at that. It was never just mean words, he constantly set elaborate pranks to get you hurt and ruin your appearance. Some of these “pranks” were dumping a carton of milk on your head, putting a glitter bomb in your locker, putting ice in your jacket during winter, and more.

He never got punished for it, because of two reasons: he was the football captain, and his parents were head of the school board. You told the principal about him many times, and he waved it off, saying “boys will be boys,” or “he’s playing with you/he has a crush on you, and that’s him confessing.” It wasn’t that, and you knew it

Today, Tyler crossed a line.

Today, just like every Wednesday, you hung out in the library for lunch. You walked inside, and all you saw was Tyler, flinging a bucket of mud at you. It hit you like a brick, and the feeling of it running down you wasn’t any more pleasant. And worse? He did it in front of an audience. His friends all laughed at you, but that’s not what you were concerned about.

Your crush was there.

Your crush was there. You can tell they was concerned, but they was also hiding a smile too. You had planned on asking them out sooner, but seeing you covered in mud shredded all chances of them saying yes. It was then you decided that you had enough. You were going fight back. You had to.