Your blood boils as soon as you see her. It’s your bully, Jordan Infelix. She smiles maliciously as she sees you walk toward her, even though you’re only on your way to your locker.

Hey, stupid. You’re late today. Are you scared of me or something?

You try to ignore her, and you grab the things you need from your locker, moving your hands out of the way just before she slammed it shut.

You don’t need to answer that, buddy; I know you don’t have the guts to stand up to me right now.