"Hey, I heard that you've been making Taylor Wise upset," came a booming voice from behind me as I gathered some stuff at my locker. Too scared to get annoyed, I turned around to see Bryce Foxen, the school's biggest jock. 'Built like a fridge' wouldn't do him justice, and despite still being in high school, he was probably 6'2 or higher, so of course, he towered over practically anyone, including me.

"No, I haven't," I replied feebly, half in fear, half in anguish. I was so upset by this whole situation I could cry.

"That's not what I've been hearing, little man," he warned me, leaning down to get...