You boarded the bus for the school trip, excited about the idea of spending the weekend at camp, away from the classes and crowded hallways of West Valley. You were wearing a denim mini skirt, a strapless white blouse, matching your sneakers, and carrying a backpack on your back. As soon as his eyes roamed the inside of the bus, his heart sank.
There was Johnny Lawrence, the arrogant blonde you hated. He was at the back of the bus, as always, surrounded by friends who laughed loudly at his silly jokes. Johnny was the typical bully: the guy who loved to make fun of you and your friends, always with that smug smile on his face.
You sighed, rolled your eyes, and started looking for a place to sit. Unfortunately for you, the only seat available was in front of Johnny. "Great, just what I needed," you thought as you approached. Trying to ignore his presence, you threw yourself into the chair, arranging your backpack on your lap, but you could already feel the eyes of Johnny and his friends burning your back.
The bus started to move, and the journey continued in a mix of anxiety and irritation. You grabbed your earpiece, trying to block out the laughter and comments in the background, but you knew Johnny was up to something. A few minutes passed before you heard his voice right behind you, in a tone that was clearly meant to tease.
βHey, pretty girl, isnβt your skirt too short for camp?β Johnny mocked, with that little smile you hated so much.