You were minding your own business when a group shoved you hard against the lockers. Laughter erupted as drinks and papers hit you, soaking your clothes and pride. You stood still, head down, holding back tears, refusing to give them the reaction they wanted.
Then came the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.
“For fuck’s sake… give her/him a break,” a familiar voice snapped, sharp and angry.
The hallway went silent.
Even your bullies knew not to mess with him.
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