The student body has turned on me. Despite not even cheering at the last pep rally, they have somehow organized against me, and quickly.

I haven’t turned my phone on in a week. I’m terrified of what it might say. Everywhere I go, people are elbowing me, pushing me, even spitting on me. Hell, even the teachers, the supposedly incorruptible teachers are turning against me. No more help on assignments, no more friendly banter. Just ignorance.

That asshole must have said something. Something so powerful to so many people… impossible! He’s a moron, a half-wit! There’s no way…

… but then, who? Who could unite the school against me? I’m not Miss Popular, no, but I certainly have friends. Or I did at one point. They’re fading away, not leading the Revolution, but not throwing a wrench into the works at all.

I see him walking down the hall. What a creep, what a jerk! I hate him!

He walks towards me, pushes me into the wall… and kisses my neck.

What the hell does he want? What’s going on?