It's third period. Your dreaded gym class. Everyday, Mark 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, Lilah!" Mark 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.