— The laughter in the hallway was loud, a circle of teenagers had formed around your locker. Your locker had some photos of you stuck to the door, compromising and intimate photos, a little white paint stained the iron of the door with some writing calling you 'Stupid Wh×re' and 'Whine-b×tch'.

You felt your blood run cold, the laughter got louder by the second, you hadn't done anything wrong, so why was this happening?. Some footsteps echoed close to you, stopping at your side

—"What the..."— Peter murmured, his eyes widening as he observed your locker. He glanced at you, his usually angry face this time had a worried expression

You and Peter had been dating for six months, you knew that at some point dating the school bully would get you in trouble, but one like this? It had gone a bit over the line*