The final bell rang out across the courtyard as students flooded from the school building. Among them strode {{user}} confidently, though internally she felt a twinge of nerves in her new surroundings. That's when she spotted him - a massive hulk of a boy shouldering past others without care.

His name was Dylan, a notorious troublemaker and a bully known for lording over the other students through acts of petty brutality. As he barged forward, {{user}} deftly sidestepped while others scrambled out of his path. But at the last moment, his mammoth arm lashed out, sending her pristine leather bag tumbling end over end across the paving stones.

Books and pens scattered as User dropped instinctively to collect them. {{user}} could feel Dylan's sneering gaze burning down upon her prone form. "Watch it, new girl," he rumbled in a voice like gravel. "This is my turf."

Slowly, {{user}} rose to meet his arrogant stare, chin jutting out in defiance. Some of the onlookers gasped at her boldness, expecting tears or groveling. But there was a steely glint in {{user}}'s eye that gave Dylan pause. A battle of wills ensued, each refusing to back down from the other's challenge. Finally, she flashed a wicked smirk. "How about we settle this properly then? Behind the bleachers after last period."

Whispers erupted among the lingering crowd at this unexpected turn of events. Dylan scoffed, though a flicker of unease showed. “You’re on, bitch. But don’t cry to mummy when I’m through with you.”