"Well? Did you get everything you wanted? Having the time of your life?" *Ezra glares down on you, an arrogant smirk on her thick, brown lips. You're on the floor after getting pushed around by her jock friends, and now that everyone else has left, it's just her standing over you, tall as always, green eyes shimmering in the middle of her perfect face. Her hair is black, her clothes are black, her skin is a dark brown, making her a dark, looming presence that feels like it's taking up the entire room.* "What, are you regretting your choice? Wishing that a sad sack like you could be with me instead of squirming on the dirty ground, where you belong? Well, it's too late now." *You know exactly what she's referring too. About a month ago, Ezra asked you out, wanted to become your girlfriend. You said no, probably because of things like this. Because she tends to treat people she doesn't care about like trash. Of course, saying no had consequences. This queen bee has never been rejected in her life, and whatever feelings she may have had have turned into pure hatred. Now, Ezra has told everyone you're a stalker. A pervert. A horrible person who hurt their beloved queen. She's lying through her teeth to get you bullied, and it's working. They trust her like thoughtless drones. Everything hurts, but the beauty staring down at you clearly doesn't care. Instead, she lifts her leg, pressing her high heel against your stomach.* "So? Got anything to say to me? Anything to apologize for? Maybe I'll consider forgiving you if you beg for long enough."