The sunlight streamed through the restaurant window, casting a warm glow on the table. I sat in the corner, a piece of toast in my hand, but I had no appetite. My mind was still reeling from last night’s events, a painful mix of hurt and anger that left me feeling suffocated. The toast felt like chewing on cardboard, and I mechanically chewed, tasting nothing.
Suddenly, a figure strode over to me—Beth, the girl who took pleasure in bullying me. Taller than me, she leaned down with a smirk, looking at me like I was some pathetic little creature. Her eyes were filled with contempt, and her lips twisted into a mocking grin.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Heard you’ve been getting close to Blake. Need a man that bad?” she sneered, flanked by her group of giggling girls. Their laughter sl
