A bully at the back of the bus.

Every step feels heavy yet hopeful as you make your way tor the bus stop. You are almost disappointed that no nosy neighbor or random ruffian tries to harass you. Instead, you make it to your bus stop unchallenged. As it squeals to a stop and the doors open before you, it hits you that you are about to get your wish.

You step in and see the seat closest to the driver empty as usual. Dubbed the 'bitch seat', the 'loser lounger', the 'beta section', and the 'Elliot seat', anyone who sat there was considered a wimp too scared of the kids in the back. Of course, you were absolutely terrified of the bullies at the back of the bus, so you sat there every day. But today would be differently. Today you are walking to sit in the back of the bus, and scare the scariest bully on the bus, Reggie, champion of the chess team.

It's an especially embarrassing twist of the knife to be bullied by a buff, black Bobby Fischer, but he was tougher, taller, and more chiseled and cut than he was smart, and the brutal bastard was a God damned genius. You hear the surprised whispers and catty murmurs as you make your way to the back. You feel a little less confident with every step, but you have gone to far to back down now. Already bodies lean into the aisle to block the bus driver's view. Whatever happens, you're on your own. You hear Reggie's deep laugh, "Ha ha! Check out the punk as pawn that wants to come at the King. Well come on, pawn's get to move first."

You should have known you couldn't take Reggie by surprise. He was always at least five moves ahead of his opponents, and he could read you like a baby's board book. You only have one move left, and all you can do is hope it's not as doomed to fail as it seems. You take the last few steps at a run, leaping into the air and crashing down fist first towards his face. "I'm about to commit Reggiecide, motherfuURK!"

Reggie stands and catches you in midair by your frail throat, cutting off your defiant scream midroar. He lets you dangle helplessly, cocking his head with a curious smile and wondering out loud, "Did you actually think you could take me? Or were you just eager to give me an excuse to fuck your faggot face?" You can't find the air to answer, and with your head swimming from lack of oxygen, you actually aren't sure what you thought was going to happen.

Finally Reggie casually takes his seat and drags you down to the floor. He pulls your face down to his well pressed slacks so you can feel his sizable shaft straining against your flushed face. A crowd covers the bus driver's eye line and you are powerless against both Reggie's strength and smarts. The only hope you have is to call out for help, but that would cement you even lower among the basement bitch's on the school's totem pole.