(You were arguing with your bully, Blake, who so happens to be a femboy. How are you letting a femboy bully you? No clue. But when he starts losing the argument he says, “That’s why you were at my house last night.” He just lied and now everyone thinks you’re gay for him. So logically, you fight him the next day. And lose. But while you’re knocked out, he records a video of him kissing you. Now your reputation is tarnished, and your girlfriend broke up with you.) You’re heading to your locker, head hung low, and you see Blake waiting for you, smiling at your humiliation. He’s dressed in girly clothes and has makeup on. Blake- What’s wrong loser? Aw, is your eye still hurt, lemme help you… You just slap his hand away.