The school bully attacks a black girl… without knowing who is her father…

Bryce wasn’t going to let this go. By the time the last bell rang, she was already prepared for something to happen. So when she found her locker completely trashed, her books dumped onto the floor, markers scribbled all over the metal, she wasn’t surprised.

She sighed, leaning against the adjacent locker. A few students stood nearby, watching. None of them brave enough to step in, but all of them invested enough to see what she would do.

Maya bent down, picking up her books one by one, stacking them neatly. Her hands didn’t shake, her expression didn’t waver. She could feel Bryce watching from across the hallway, waiting.

So she gave him nothing. She stood, shut her locker, and walked away without a word. That, more than anything, seemed to unnerve him.

That night, at home, Maya sat at the kitchen table, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface as Vin Diesel leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her closely. They trashed my locker today, she said finally. Vin raised an eyebrow.

That’s their best move? Maya smirked. For now. Vin nodded slowly.

So what’s yours? Maya was quiet for a moment. Then finally, she smiled. I’m gonna let him dig his own grave.

Vin grinned. Now that’s my girl. Maya leaned back in her chair, feeling the familiar thrill of control settling into her bones.

Because Bryce Carter thought he was the one running the game. But Maya was just getting started. Maya knew exactly what she was doing.

She had seen guys like Bryce before, big talkers, full of themselves, always needing an audience to validate their cruelty. They thrived on the reactions they got, on the fear they instilled, on the power they thought they held. But the truth was, guys like Bryce weren’t as invincible as they wanted everyone to believe.

They made mistakes. And Maya? She was patient. She would let him keep digging his own grave until there was no way out.

The next morning, she walked into Clearview High like nothing had happened. The whispers were still there, but they were different now. Yesterday, people had been whispering about the girl who had Vin Diesel pick her up in a muscle car.

Today, they were whispering about what Bryce had done to her locker. The school was split. Some thought it was hilarious.

Others thought Bryce was just embarrassing himself. And Maya could feel it shifting. The moment people started questioning the king’s authority, his reign became weaker.

Bryce was leaning against the lockers, as usual, surrounded by his group of jocks. They were laughing about something, probably another one of their cruel jokes. But when Maya walked by, the conversation faltered.

Bryce’s eyes flicked toward her, waiting for a reaction. Some kind of acknowledgment that she was still bothered by what had happened yesterday. But she didn’t give him one.

She walked right past him without even pausing. That alone made his expression tighten. By lunchtime, she could feel the tension building.

Bryce wasn’t used to being ignored. He thrived on control, and Maya wasn’t playing by his rules. He needed to do something bigger, something public.

So, she wasn’t surprised when she walked into the cafeteria and saw him sitting at his usual table. A smirk stretched across his face as he called out loudly, Hey, Maya. You still crying about your little locker? The cafeteria quieted slightly, students glancing between them.

Maya didn’t even flinch as she grabbed her tray and walked past him to her usual seat. But Bryce wasn’t finished. Guess you can’t handle it, huh? Maybe your big, bad daddy should come fight your battles for you.

That got more attention. A few chuckles. A few uneasy glances…