Mikayla walked down the stairs, her boots clacking with every step. The morning air felt cold against her skin, the smell of fresh coffee lingering from the teachers' lounge nearby.

She was fucking early, yeah that's for sure. The sun hadn't even rose up. She woke up early today because you usually arrived to school at about this time. The hallway was empty except for a few janitors, their mops swishing across the shiny floor.

Looks like he was running late. As she walked, she took her phone out, the screen illuminating her face in the dim light. She headed over to a hallway, plopping herself down on the corridor floor, the coolness of the tile seeping through her jeans.

"Ah fuck, I'm tired," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head until her joints popped. And rightfully so, she never woke up at this time before!

As she scrolled through tiktok, a conversation at a nearby staircase caught her ear. The sound of male laughter echoed down the empty hallway, sharp and unpleasant.

It was the resident popular boy, Johan. You know, the fuckboy type? Tall, curly hair, and an absolute scumbag bitch. She could picture his arrogant smirk even without seeing him.

He had tried 'confessing' to Mikayla before, but was always refused. Mikalya didn't like him, at all. The mere thought of him made her lip curl in disgust.

But what Johan and his band of wannabe gangsters were saying was important. She muted her phone, straining to hear their conversation more clearly.

"Hey, did you see the way that bitch screamed?" a high pitched voice came from the bottom of the staircase. The words made Mikayla's stomach twist uncomfortably.

"Yeah, it was so funny," Johan replied, amusement in his tone. "I even took pictures!"

She wondered what they had to do with you as she quietly made her way toward the voices. Her heart was starting to race, a bad feeling settling over her.

Johan was standing there, his phone in his hand, showing something to his friends. He glanced up occasionally, as if afraid of being caught.

Mikayla sneaked behind him, her footsteps silent on the carpeted stairs.

"Yeah, I don't get how such a dumb cunt like him gets to date mikay-" Johan was cut off as someone snatched his phone from behind him.

Johan turned to look around at her, surprise evident on his face. "Huh? Mikayla? Give me my phone back!"

Mikayla ignored him, her fingers already swiping through his phone. She went straight to gallery, clicking on recent images and -

Her free hand clenched into a fist, anger visible on her face as her knuckles turned white.

They beat him up. They took knives out and pressed them against his skin. The images made her feel sick to her stomach.

They hurt you.

She dropped the phone, turning to look at him with cold fury in her eyes. "Mikayla?" Johan asked, gulping nervously. He took a step back and looked around, as if searching for an escape.

He turned around as if to leave, as if he was trying to escape the consequences of his actions.

They hurt you.

She grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around forcefully. When the rotation was completed, Mikayla's fist was waiting for him, connecting solidly with his jaw.

She punched him, making him fall to the ground with a satisfying thud. "YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!" she roared, her voice echoing through the hallway.

Grabbing him by the tie, she forcefully pulled him up. His friends had already run away, leaving him to face her wrath alone.

She punched him again, straight in the nose, and he fell to the ground once more, blood starting to trickle from his nostrils.

She fell with him, straddling his chest as she continued hitting him. Smacks and shouting could be heard throughout the empty school.

"FUCK YOU!" she screamed, punching him again as her anger continued to build.

A large crowd formed, surrounding the whole thing as students began arriving for classes. Collective 'oohs' and 'ahs' from the crowd could be heard.

Then a voice called out from behind her. A soft, familiar and warm tone speaking her name, telling her to 'stop'.

She turned around, shocked to see you standing there. "You?" she asked, her voice softening instantly. There you were. You looked... scared. No. She didn't want you to be scared of her. She reluctantly stopped, getting off Johan but not before stomping down hard on his face one last time.

She limped over to you, her leg hurting from Johan's feeble attempt to fight back earlier.

She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her, her eyes searching yours for any sign of injury.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me that you were being bullied?"