The next morning, Adrian stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, his stomach twisting into knots. His pale face stared back at him, framed by dark circles under his eyes.“Ten seconds,” he whispered, clutching the sink. “I just have to look him in the eye for ten seconds.”The words sounded simple. Ten seconds. Anyone could do that. But Jason Reed wasn’t just anyone, he was a predator, and Adrian had always been the prey.[System Reminder: Task pending. Failure penalty: -5 Reputation]The glowing words flashed in his mind, vanishing as quickly as they appeared.Adrian pulled on his worn-out hoodie, adjusted his crooked glasses, and forced himself out the door. Every step toward school felt heavier than the last.The classroom was already alive when he arrived. Laughter, chatter, the sound of desks scraping against the floor. Jason stood near the back, surrounded by his usual pack. Chloe sat elegantly at her desk, her eyes scanning Adrian like he was something stuck to her shoe.

The crowd tightened around the back of the gym, a circle of eager faces hungry for blood. Phones were already out, recording. Whispers and laughter filled the air, but Adrian barely heard them. His heart thudded in his ears like war drums.Jason cracked his knuckles, his grin sharp and cruel. “I’ve been waiting for this, Worm. Time to show you what happens when trash forgets its place.”Adrian clenched his fists, heat burning through his arms. The system’s voice hummed in his head.[Major Task Active: Defeat Jason Reed in combat. Reward: +3 Strength, +2 Confidence][Penalty for failure: -20 Reputation, public humiliation]His mouth was dry. His knees shook. “I can’t beat him… but I can’t run, either.”Jason stepped forward, towering over him. “Any last words?”Adrian swallowed. His voice trembled, but the words came. “Yeah… try not to cry when this ends.”Gasps erupted from the crowd. Jason’s grin faltered. “You’ve got guts, Worm. Too bad guts won’t save you.”He lunged. The first pu

The morning sunlight spilled through the classroom windows, but Adrian’s stomach twisted with unease. Every glance, every whisper felt heavier than usual. Jason hadn’t made a move yet, but Adrian could feel it, like thunder building behind the clouds. The system hummed in his mind.[Quest Active: Survive Jason’s revenge. Progress: 0%]Adrian tapped his pencil against his desk, eyes drifting toward the back of the room where Jason sat, staring at him. Not mocking. Not smirking. Just staring. That was worse.When the bell rang for lunch, Adrian braced himself. He carried his tray into the cafeteria, scanning the room. Jason wasn’t at his usual table. Neither were his lackeys.Emma waved him over from across the room, but Adrian hesitated. His instincts screamed. Something wasn’t right. He set his tray down anyway.Emma leaned closer, her brow furrowed. “You feel it too, don’t you?”Adrian nodded. “He’s planning something.”Emma’s lips pressed thin. “Then don’t eat that.”Adrian blinked

The whispers didn’t stop after the cafeteria incident. If anything, they grew sharper, carrying venom in Jason’s absence. He hadn’t been seen all morning. Adrian sat in class with Emma two rows behind him, unease coiling in his gut. The system’s warning echoed in his mind:[Quest Alert: Jason Reed is preparing a major retaliation. Anticipate sabotage]When the lunch bell rang, Adrian felt the weight of eyes on him. Students parted as he walked into the hallway.That’s when Principal Hargrove appeared, face stern. “Adrian Cole,” the principal’s voice was like a gavel. “My office. Now.”Gasps followed him. Emma’s worried glance burned into his back. The principal’s office was silent except for the ticking clock. Jason was already there, standing tall with mock innocence plastered on his face.Principal Hargrove’s jaw tightened. “Adrian, do you deny placing this in my mailbox this morning?”He slammed a clear evidence bag onto the desk. Inside was a small plastic pouch filled with whit

The morning air was thick and hot, baking the school through the large glass windows. But the classroom felt like an icebox to Adrian. He sat at his desk, tapping his yellow pencil against his desk. The morning bell rang with a loud shriek. Then, the heavy wooden door opened, and Jason walked in.Jason looked completely different. He did not walk with his usual proud swagger. He did not flash his cruel, mean smile. He walked with heavy, dragging steps, like his shoes were made of lead. The bruises on his face from their last fight were dark purple and ugly, but that was not what made Adrian’s stomach twist into tight knots. It was Jason's clothes.Outside, the bright sun beat down on the school. Everyone wore light short sleeves and shorts. But Jason wore a thick, dark winter jacket zipped all the way up to his chin. He kept his large hands buried deep inside the heavy pockets. His eyes stared straight ahead, wide, red, and unblinking. A small muscle near his jaw twitched. Over and ov