My knees shook. I don't really know why I was so nervous that morning. I had walked down these same corridors before, but this was my first time here as a junior. I stood looking down the main hallway as the world slowly passed me by, and feeling as if I was completely invisible to everyone. I hugged myself for comfort, then took my first step and froze again. With my heart pounding hard against my chest, a stupid knot developed inside my stomach. I hated the feeling of uncertainty and distress brought upon me by them. I glanced around, trying my best to spot Madison or Kitty, but I was completely alone among all the commotion happening around me. I lowered my head and continued with my excruciating journey toward class. Out of nowhere, two shadows blocked my way. I looked up and came face to face with my two tormentors, the reasons for my anxiety: Jacob Ashmore and Matthew Ward, better known as the basketball jocks.
"Hello, little guy," Jacob drawled, leering down at me. He stood six inches taller than me and was strong as a bull. "Did you miss me?"
I stumbled backward, trying to put distance between us.
"Where are you going, bitch?" Matthew barked, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. He pulled me in and lifted me into the air, making my feet swing from side to side. "Talk to me, old friend."
"I... I was "
"Shut the fuck up, fag!"
"Let's give him the welcoming," Jacob suggested with a grin.