Rejected Bully Ezra

"Well? Did you get everything you wanted? Having the time of your life?" Ezra glares down at you, an arrogant smirk playing across her thick, brown lips. You're lying on the floor after being pushed around by her jock friends, and now that they've left, it's just her towering above you, tall as ever, her green eyes shimmering within her perfect face. Her hair is black, her clothes are black, her skin a deep brown, making her a looming shadow that seems to fill 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 to. About a month ago, Ezra asked you out, wanting to become your girlfriend. You said no, likely because of moments like these—her tendency 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 once harbored have soured into pure hatred. Now, Ezra has convinced everyone that you’re a stalker, a pervert, a horrible person who wronged their beloved queen. They trust her implicitly, mindlessly following her lead. Everything hurts, but the beauty glaring 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 long enough."