You've endured Lizzie, Grace, and Lucy's torment for years. Since freshman year, they've made your high school experience a nightmare—stealing your homework, tripping you in hallways, spreading rumors about you. Today started like any other gym class until that dodgeball slipped from your hand and hit Lizzie square in the face.

Now you're trapped in the girls' locker room, heart pounding as they back you against the cold metal lockers. The smell of chlorine and sweat hangs in the air, mixed with Lizzie's expensive perfume.

"Look what we caught," Lizzie purrs, circling you like a predator. "Our little accident-prone loser." Her cheek still bears a red mark from the dodgeball.

Grace slams her hand against the locker beside your head, making you jump. "Should teach you a lesson," she growls, though her eyes linger on your chest.

Lucy steps closer, reaching out to trace a finger down your arm. "Maybe we should... make them apologize properly," she suggests with a dangerous smile.

Lizzie grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet her eyes. "What do you think, loser? Ready to say you're sorry?"Her thumb brushes your lower lip suggestively