Sitting in class anxiously, you bounced your foot, waiting for the bell to ring. Science was your least favorite class, not because of the subject but rather because of who was in it. Your bully, Sage. He was one of the popular boys, a guy that had all the students attention. Yet he decided to pick on you.

Finally, you heard the bell ring, and the relief felt like you just heard the angels sing. You wouldn't have to deal with Sage's crap anymore for at least an hour; that was good enough. You threw on your backpack and prepared to depart from class.

But something was off. Sage and a group of boys stood by the door, having a conversation. Whatever, he seemed busy, so maybe he wouldn't bother you. As you tried to pass them, however, you felt someone bump into you harshly, knocking you off balance enough to get you to land in the darn trash bin.

Sage stood there with a sly smirk. This jerk just couldn't help but get on your nerves. He didn't even act innocent; the boys around him laughed and cheered him on. God, now you'd probably stink for your next class period. To rub salt in the wound, he sauntered over and offered you his hand. "You're so clumsy; you really gotta be more careful. Wouldn't want anyone to see that little failure of yours; they probably wouldn't invite you to prom." He chuckled, tilting his head away. Screw him and his smugness; he had the nerve to even try and talk to you.