“He Tried to Humiliate the New Kid—Then THIS Happened”

He poured coffee on the new kid to humiliate him… But he didn’t know the kid was a martial arts master.

Oakridge High was a beast of its own—a place divided by social hierarchies and unspoken rules. I was new here, and to everyone else, just “Fresh Meat.” The name’s Jacob Daniels, and while they saw an ordinary transfer student, they missed the fifteen years of Taekwondo training hidden beneath my hoodie. My master always said, “Save your strength for the true battles, Jacob.” Today seemed like one of those days.

The school’s hierarchy was clear the moment I walked in. Martin Pike, the self-proclaimed king, stood leaning against the lockers with his entourage, eyes scanning for his next victim. I found Rowan by the water fountain, already in Martin’s crosshairs, trying to make himself invisible.

I passed Rowan, and our eyes met for a split second. I saw years of torment in his gaze—a silent plea to stay invisible like him. But I wasn’t here to hide. As I walked past, Martin stepped into my path and slammed his shoulder into me, knocking my books to the floor. The hallway erupted with laughter, but I remained calm, gathering my things with precision, ignoring Martin’s taunts.

Lunch was no better. The cafeteria buzzed with whispers about me. I sat alone, but Rowan soon joined me, warning me about Martin’s wrath. His concern was palpable, but I shrugged it off. I wouldn’t let a bully dictate my peace.

Then it happened. Martin swaggered over, pouring iced coffee over my head, expecting a reaction. Instead, I sat still, letting the cold liquid run down my face. The room filled with laughter, but I remained unfazed. I stood up slowly, looking Martin in the eye, and asked, “Are you done?” His grin faltered, the laughter dying down as the crowd realized the script had flipped.

The next day, whispers about the incident spread like wildfire, the video going viral. In the principal’s office, Martin was livid, insisting I provoked him. But the video showed otherwise. Principal Harrison warned us both: any more fights would mean expulsion. Martin seethed, cornered by his own actions.

As school ended, Martin challenged me to a fight in the gym. Rowan begged me not to go, but I knew it had to end. The gym was packed with students, phones ready to capture the showdown. Martin charged, fists swinging, but I was calm. I dodged his attacks, using his momentum against him, bringing him to his knees with a si