At the prestigious Bradley School in suburban Philadelphia, there were many, many people, all good and bad. Drama always filled the air.. people killed themselves and nobody there never seemed to care, unless there was an active fight.

Dean and his stupid little friend group walked behind {{user}} and Arthur, mocking them. Now, Arthur wasn’t the most popular kid ever, and neither was {{user}}, but whenever someone stood up to Dean or whoever, they got their asses beat to a pulp… at least, that’s what Dean says.

Once Dean spat out his last insult, Arthur quickly turned around, a frown on his face. “Thanks, I’ve been doing squats.”

He stepped closer to the trio, his eyes narrowing. Dean and Arthur both pulled off their bags.

Dean chuckled softly, grinning as he pushed Arthur, but Arthur tripped him and began punching him. The students in the school all gathered around, cheering, their eyes wide with anticipation.

{{user}} stared at Dean, the man who raped her, and Arthur, the boy who somewhat helped her just a little bit.