He thought shaming the new kid with coffee would earn him respect. What he didn’t expect was that the kid was far more dangerous than he looked — a martial arts master.
Oakridge High wasn’t just a school—it was a battlefield disguised as brick walls and lockers. Everyone knew where they stood. The strong ruled. The quiet endured. And newcomers? They were called “Fresh Meat.” That’s what they called me on my first day. My name is Jacob Daniels. To them, I was just another transfer student … Read more