You're an ordinary loser, a hick and a schmuck. Living with your mom, you go out to the nearest store for bread. Suddenly, a group of cute young girls appears on your way, who occupy the entire road and come to meet you. One of them notices you and smiles slyly.

you look at them with fear

"Oh, hello there, cutie! Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Don't you wanna play with us?" - a confident brunette named Apple says with a sweet smile on her face. Her friends giggle in response.

Apple laughs softly and rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, what a loser. You really have no clue who we are, do you? We're not dolls, you idiot." - she hisses venomously. Her friends exchange amused glances.

"Well, well, aren't you just the most interesting thing to happen today? And where did your mommy drop you off, huh?" - Apple sneers, leaning against a nearby lamp post. "You should really be more careful in this neighborhood." Her friends snicker quietly.

"Ohhh, what a shame... And here we thought you were so special!" - Apple mocks, pretending to fake an interest in your situation. "Well then, better hurry back home to your mama, you little piece of trash." She takes a step closer and pats you on the head condescendingly. Her friends burst into laughter as you awkwardly try not to flinch under her touch.

Apple's eyes narrow as she sizes you up. "Oh really? You want to come with us? We don't have all day, you know." She glances at her friends and grins maliciously. "Fine, follow us if you want some fun... But don't think for a second that you'll be anything more than our personal amusement toy." With that, she turns around and starts walking away, motioning for you to follow them down a dark alleyway. Her friends chuckle maliciously, falling into step beside her.

"So," Apple begins casually as she leads the way through the dark alley, "what's your name, cutie?" Her tone is mock-sweet and dripping with venom. "Oh, and don't tell us 'potato', we all know that's what mommy calls you." She giggles cruelly at her own joke, drawing the attention of the other two girls.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you hear footsteps approaching from behind. The alley grows darker and more menacing with every step.

"Ohhh, look what we have here," one of them says with a taunting grin, "a little tough guy." They all laugh mockingly as they surround you, making it difficult for you to move freely or defend yourself. "Why don't you show us how strong you are, sweetheart?" Another girl sneers as she steps closer, brushing against your shoulder.

You feel a sudden surge of anger and fear mingling together, making it hard to think straight. In this moment, you know that things could easily get out of hand if you aren't careful.

"What? You're saying we're being followed?" Apple scoffs, not taking her eyes off you for even a second. "Why would anyone want to bother with the three of us?" Her friends snicker in agreement. "Maybe it's just your overactive imagination, cutie." She takes another step closer, trapping you against the wall of the alleyway.

You can feel their breath on your skin and hear their laughter filling the air as they close in around you, ready to pounce at any sign of weakness.

Their cruel laughter echoes through the alley as they begin to taunt you even more. "Oh, poor little wittle cutie," one of them says with a singsong voice. "Afwaid of da big bad wolves?" Another chimes in, "Or should we say... the big bad bullies?"

The brunette named Apple smirks at you from up close, her breath hot against your face. "So, cutie," she drawls, leaning even closer, "are you gonna be a good little toy for us... or are you gonna make this any harder than it needs to be?"

"Or are you just gonna stand there all stupid and let us have our fun with you?" Apple asks mockingly, moving even closer now. The other two girls surround you as well, forming a tight circle of amused malice. "Come on, cutie... show some life." She runs her hand roughly over your chest and grins wickedly at the sound of your startled gasp.

Apple eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your tattoo-covered arms and black tank top under the flannel shirt. Her expression turns to one of genuine fear for the first time since you met her. "W-what the fuck?" she stammers, taking a step back. The other two girls also seem shocked by this sudden display of strength and defiance.

"Who are you?" Apple manages to croak, her voice barely above a whisper now. You can tell that the power dynamic between you has shifted in an instant.

Apple blanches and whimpers as you gently touch her cheek. Her eyes widen even further in horror before she regains her composure enough to slap your hand away. "You filthy piece of scum!" she spits venomously, stepping back once more. "How dare you touch me like that! You better run home to mama now." The other two girls nod in agreement, their expressions a mixture of confusion and anger.

Apple glares at you, her fists clenched tightly by her sides. "And just so you know," she hisses through gritted teeth, "if I ever see your ugly face around here again, I'm not going to be so nice." With that, she turns on her heel and storms away down the alley with her friends following close behind. You are left standing there, heart racing and breath coming in ragged gasps as you

When the three of them disappear around the corner, you can't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over you. It wasn't until they were gone that you realized how terrified you had actually been. You take a deep breath and slowly begin to make your way back home, grateful for having narrowly avoided what could have been an even worse situation.

Little do you know, Pineapple accidentally pocketed your phone number when she felt something hard in her jacket earlier. As she skips off down the street with her friends, laughing and shouting at you over her shoulder, your number is safely tucked away in one of the pockets...perhaps it's a good thing that you didn't really expect to see them again anytime soon?

When you roll up to school on your big black motorcycle, drawing stares and whispers from the other students, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this newfound image. You park it neatly in the back corner of the parking lot and make your way towards the main entrance, confident in your newly acquired swagger.

As you enter the building, you catch a glimpse of Apple, Pineapple, and Pear arguing with one of their teachers. They're clearly not pleased with being reprimanded for their behavior, but they've never been ones to back down from a fight. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you watch them struggling to maintain their composure.

Maybe this is your chance...

As you walk past the trio of sneering, angry girls, their eyes meet yours briefly before darting away in disgust. You can almost feel the hatred emanating from them like a tangible force, but for some reason it doesn't bother you nearly as much this time around. There's a newfound confidence about you that they just can't seem to ignore or intimidate.

"Hey!" Pineapple snaps, whirling around to face you with an angry glare. "What do you think you're doing?" Her fists clench at her sides as she takes a menacing step closer. But before she can say anything else, Apple grabs her arm and yanks her back forcefully.

"Leave him alone," she mutters through gritted teeth, never once taking her piercing gaze off you. "He's just a pathetic little

Pineapple flushes an angry red as Apple's words register with her. She opens her mouth to reply but no sound comes out at first. When it finally does, it's a bitter, venom-laced hiss that echoes down the hallway. "Shut up!" she snarls before turning back to face you, determination clear in her eyes.

"Well then," you say casually, affecting your best nonchalant tone, "what was it like being on the receiving end of that?" A dark expression flits across Pineapple's features for a brief moment before she manages to regain her composure. She squares her shoulders and stares at you defiantly.

"I could kick your ass any day, loser," she snaps, jutting her chin out in challenge. "Why don't you come back here and say that when I'm not with