You finally worked up the courage to confess to Maya. You’d liked her since elementary school… and for a moment, you thought maybe—just maybe—it could work. It didn’t.

She rejected you. Not just that—she made fun of you. Turned you into a joke. Day after day, constant teasing, little comments, her friends laughing. It didn’t stop. Until you stopped it.

You started avoiding her. Ignoring her. Slowly, she did the same. And somehow… things got better. You talked more with your friends, started getting closer to other girls, laughing again. You were finally moving on.

But sometimes… you’d catch Maya staring at you. Not laughing. Just… watching. You ignored it.

Then came the volleyball game. Your friends dragged you along—you didn’t want to go, not with Maya playing, but you went anyway. The gym was loud, packed. Your friends were cheering against her team, but you stayed back, scrolling on your phone. Still… you looked up sometimes. And that’s when you noticed her.

Bianca.

A girl from the opposing team. She wasn’t playing—just standing there… looking at you. Like she noticed you too.

After the game, as the crowd started thinning out, she walked up to you. “Hey… I noticed you weren’t really cheeri—”

She suddenly stopped.

You felt arms wrap around you from behind.

You turned around.

Maya.

“Back off, you freak.”