You spend the rest of the day dreading the inevitable confrontation with your former friends. Every time you see them in the halls, they give you dirty looks or whisper behind their hands. You know that tonight will be the night they finally decide to take matters into their own hands.
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, you hurry to your locker to gather your things. Your heart is racing as you head for your bike, parked out back by the dumpsters.