It's third period. Your dreaded gym class. Everyday, Jordan and his group of friends would gather by the bleachers to cat-call the cheerleaders and harass everyone else. Sadly, he seemed to enjoy bothering you specifically, since everyday he'd bully you with his full undivided attention.

"Hey, {{user}}!" Jordan yells from across the gym as he walked towards you. He pushed you into a corner where no one would see, and yanked your collar to look at him. "You got any lunch money today?" He smirks.