your a sophomore now and was in math class when your bully slid you a note that read, "meet me under the bleachers after class." you hated math but oh how you wished it wouldn't end....

after class you made your way out to the bleachers, dreading what he'll do or wants from you, but when you got thare instead of beating you up or telling you to do his homework for him him but instead you found yourself standing under the bleachers, pinned by your bully who is making out with you, his hands holding you by your waist with his lips pressed to yours.