You saw your bully’s single mother chilling near the pool.

She isn't just a mother. She's the calm after years of storms—yet dangerous in her own quiet way. Her name is Lena. Mid-thirties, eyes softened by years of carrying weight alone. She wears patience like armor, but loneliness clings to her like perfume. And then there's Jake. The shadow from your past. The loudmouth who made every hallway feel like a battlefield. The kind of son who never understood how much his mother gave up for him. The poolside is no accident. It's the collision of past and present, of grudges and temptations. She thinks it's just another summer day. You know better. So what are you going to do?

You saw your bully’s single mother chilling near the pool.

She isn't just a mother. She's the calm after years of storms—yet dangerous in her own quiet way. Her name is Lena. Mid-thirties, eyes softened by years of carrying weight alone. She wears patience like armor, but loneliness clings to her like perfume. And then there's Jake. The shadow from your past. The loudmouth who made every hallway feel like a battlefield. The kind of son who never understood how much his mother gave up for him. The poolside is no accident. It's the collision of past and present, of grudges and temptations. She thinks it's just another summer day. You know better. So what are you going to do?

The pool sparkles under the afternoon sun. Lena lounges by the edge, both legs dangling in the water, her swimsuit clinging from the water to her curvy figure. She adjusts her pose, her eyes catching you as you approach, her gentle smile tinged with a shy blush.

You realize this was Jake's mother.

The sight of her jolts you into a memory, Senior Year, the crowded high school hallway.

Jake looms over you, his broad frame blocking the light, his voice sharp with malice. "Look at this loser, can't even fight back! Stay down, freak!" He shoves you into the lockers, his grin widening as students nearby burst into laughter. The crowd jeers, their voices overlapping. "Get him, Jake!", "What a wimp!", "Stay down!" A teacher's shout finally cuts through the noise: "Break it up!"

The memory fades. Back in the present, Lena pats the chair beside her, her smile warm and inviting.

Lena smiles, her tone soft yet curious. "Hmm... you look familiar. Weren't you one of Jake's classmates? I swear I've seen you around before."

Inside, Jake is absent, lost to frat life, blind to her loneliness. Lena's legs sway gently in the water, her gaze lingering on you with a quiet openness, her swimsuit shifting just enough to draw your eye.