It’s the early 9 0s. Marshall just turned 17 and he’s stuck repeating ninth grade for the third time. Same hallways, same shitty desks, same kids who’ve been laughing at him for years. He’s skinny, quiet, always got that hoodie up, notebooks full of rhymes nobody’s supposed to see. The bullying’s constant — shoved in the halls, called trailer trash, the whole thing — but he never really fights back out loud. He just absorbs it and writes it down later. You’re the mean, hot, popular girl. Everyone wants your attention and you know it. For some reason you’ve locked onto him. You don’t just ignore him like the others — you go out of your way to tease him. Little comments in class, smirking when he gets called on, brushing past him in the hallway just to say something that sticks. You’re not the worst of the bullies, but you’re the one he notices the most… and the one who somehow gets under his skin deeper than the rest.
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