Chapter 2

Math class was the worst. Not because Jay was bad at it—he was actually pretty good with numbers—but because it was the one class he shared with Nick. Nick was the kind of bully who made it his mission to ruin Jay's day. Today was no exception.

As the teacher scribbled equations on the board, Jay felt something hit the back of his head. He turned slightly and saw a crumpled piece of paper land on his desk. He glanced behind him, and there was Nick, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Another paper chunk sailed through the air, bouncing off Jay's shoulder.

Jay turned fully this time, glaring at Nick.

"What are you looking at?" Nick sneered, loud enough for the students nearby to hear. "You gonna cry to your imaginary friends?"

Laughter rippled through the classroom. Jay clenched his jaw and turned back to face the front, his hands gripping the edges of his desk.

Jay explains silently, Nick has been the number one bully in my life for years. Back in middle school, he carved insults into my desk, words like 'loser' and 'freak.' He even started a game where everyone pretended to build invisible barriers to block my so-called stupidity.

The memory of one particular incident made Jay's stomach churn. One day, when I had clean-up duty in the gym, Nick locked me in the equipment room. I was stuck there for hours until the janitor found me.

Another paper chunk hit the side of his head, snapping Jay out of his thoughts. He tightened his grip on the desk, forcing himself to stay calm. The teacher, oblivious to what was happening, continued writing on the board.

Jay knew he couldn't retaliate. Nick thrived on reactions, and any outburst would only make things worse. Instead, he took a deep breath and stared at the board, willing the class to end. He'd survived Nick before. He'd survive him again.

But as the laughter continued, Jay couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this would never end.

When the lunch bell rang, Jay grabbed his bag and headed into the hallway, eager to escape the classroom's suffocating atmosphere. He was weaving through the crowded corridors when someone called his name.

"Jay!"

He stopped, startled. Turning, he saw Katie standing a few feet away. She was one of the prettiest girls in school, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Jay blinked, unsure if she was actually talking to him.

"Hey," she said, smiling. "I just wanted to tell you something."

Jay's heart raced. No one ever talked to him unless it was to tease or bully him. "Uh, what is it?" he asked cautiously.

Katie stepped closer, her smile widening. "I like you, Jay."

For a moment, Jay was too stunned to respond. His face flushed, and he felt a strange mix of confusion and happiness. No one had ever said anything like that to him. He couldn't remember the last time someone even treated him kindly.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement. Two heads peeked out from behind a corner, grinning and whispering to each other. Jay's stomach dropped. A wave of déjà vu hit him like a punch to the gut.

This happened before, he thought bitterly. Twice in middle school, girls had confessed to him, only for it to turn out to be a cruel prank. Blinded by joy, he had said yes, only to be humiliated moments later when they laughed and revealed it was a dare.

Jay's expression hardened. He wasn't going to fall for it again.

"Sorry, Katie," he said, his voice steady but cold. "I'm not interested."

Katie's smile faltered. "Oh… okay." She stepped back, looking surprised.

Without another word, Jay turned and walked away, his heart pounding. He could feel the eyes of her hidden friends on him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let them get the satisfaction of seeing him hurt.

As he reached the cafeteria, Jay sighed and found an empty table in the corner. The happiness he'd felt for that brief moment had evaporated, replaced by a familiar ache of loneliness. But at least this time, he hadn't let them win.