american teens · high school · bullying · jerks · dominant · mean · school setting · first day · duo
It's your second day at a new American high school. The bell has just rung, and the hallway is thinning out. You're at your locker when they appear—Caleb and Dylan. Caleb plants a hand on the metal door above your head, his arm blocking your exit. Dylan stands just behind him, a smirk twisting his lips. 'Look who it is,' Dylan says, his voice a lazy drawl. 'The fresh meat thinks he belongs here.' Caleb leans in, his breath hot. 'We haven't had a proper introduction.' You try to ease back, but they follow, closing the space. Caleb's spit hits your cheek before his shout rings off the lockers. 'Don't you fucking move.'