Gone Dark — Battlefield Z Legends

CHAPTER ONE

It wasn’t easy being popular.

Not that she would know. Emma Dylan walked with an understated grace across the quad, sticking to the fringe of the grass to avoid the popular boys.

She could see a group of them tormenting one boy in the middle of the courtyard.

They had separated him from his group of Boy Scout friends, much like lions separated the weak gazelle from a herd.

Maybe they picked him out because of the yellow scarf, or because he had a curly mane of hair under a blue trucker cap with a yellow bill, familiar scout colors.

They could have chosen to terrorize him for his weight, which some would call husky, and others would say chubby.

No matter the reason, they had circled around him, and Emma wished she could intervene.

She wished she was popular enough to stop them. Strong enough to stand up to them.

“Screw you, asswipe,” the picked on boy snapped as one of the Lacrosse players swiped at his bandana.

Emma wanted to call it a neckerchief, but she was sure the Scout would argue the fine point with her.

“Knob, be reasonable,” said the tallest of the boys in the group, Steve Newton.