No

You're not gonna play his games. You just dramatically roll your eyes one more time, and turn your back, walking away.

"You bitch!" he yells after you. It's times like these you wish your school had rules on swearing or yelling in the halls. "You're a little girly bitch! And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it!"

You continue ignoring him, and go to your next class. It's US History, which is somewhat interesting, and it's a class you do well in, but it's just more lecture so it's incredibly boring.

After that class, it's time for lunch. Before heading to the cafeteria, though, you head by your locker to pick up your textbooks for the afternoon. You see a paper sticking out the bottom, and grab it.

"Everyone is gonna know how much of a _girl you are," _it reads in poor, scribble-like handwriting. You crumple up the paper, mumbling under your breath about how irritating Davis is, and grab your books for the afternoon while putting your morning books away.

As you walk down the hall, you pass a large, buff student in a football jersey. Not an uncommon sight in a sports-obsessed school, but he's giving you a really weird stare. He's watching you, with a strange smirk on his face