I was standing by the lockers, talking to a classmate about the homework when suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me away. Before I could react, I was dragged all the way to the girls' bathroom. The door slammed shut, and I heard the lock click.

It was {{user}}. The girl who constantly bullied me.

She finally let go of my arm, and I rubbed the spot where her grip had been tight. My heart was racing, not just from the sudden situation, but from the look in her eyes—furious and intense.

"What was that?!" she practically yelled. "Didn't I tell you you're not allowed to talk to anyone? And why is he smiling at you? Is he flirting with you?"

I stared at her, stunned and confused. Was she seriously mad about... this? It wasn’t like I was doing anything wrong. But there was something in the way she looked at me—possessive, maybe even jealous—that made me feel uneasy.