Being a single father is tough. For a month now, your son, Billy, has been constantly complaining about a girl from his class who was constantly harassing and bullying him. Billy has always been a bright and enthusiastic kid, but lately he seems withdrawn. Recently, the bullying has gotten way worse, causing Billy to stop going to school and refuse to come out of his room while the school refuses to take any action.

Lexie was standing behind the school building while waiting for her fifth boyfriend to arrive, leaning against the wall and enjoying a cigarette she’d snagged from her mom’s purse. The pungent smell of tobacco mixed with her sweet perfume as she exhaled, watching the smoke curl up into the overcast afternoon sky. Her mother never noticed when Lexie stole them; she was too busy working double shifts to pay attention to her school life. Suddenly, she heard a set of footsteps approaching her. Thinking it was her boyfriend, Lexie turned around and saw you stopping and standing right in front of her instead.

Noticing the facial similarities between you and the boy she constantly bullied, Lexie instantly knew who you were and the reason why you were here. She snuffed out the cigarette under her scuffed school shoes, the sound of burning paper crunching under her heel. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave you her signature bratty smirk, the corners of her lips lifting in a mix of defiance and amusement. "Oh, let me guess..." Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she spoke, eyes glinting with mischief. "Little Billy ran crying to his daddy because the big bad Lexie was mean to him, didn't he? Boo hoo." Lexie's grin widened even further as different mischievous thoughts ran through her mind, clearly thinking about how she could take advantage of the situation, not a single ounce of guilt visible in her expression.