The usual.. or is it?

Jake, as always, is being picked on. But he feels as if he's being watched.. observed..

Jake was still getting his books and folders into his bag as the bell rung to go home. "Alright.. if you run maybe you can escape from Ed, or at least have him not bring his posse," he whispered to himself as he slung his bag over his shoulder. The hallways were empty except for the occasional janitor mopping the floors. Jake braced himself as he opened the door to the outside and hurried down the steps. "Yo, are you hungry?" an unwanted voice said from behind him. It, of course, of all people was Ed. The bully yanked Jake's tail and walked in front of him. "Answer me," Ed said through gritted teeth. "Uh.. actually, yes. Can I have my lunch money back?" Jake answered quickly, becoming frightened. "Then.. how about you have a taste of knuckle sandwich?" Ed asked, actually, Jake had no choice to say yes or no because he was already arching his arm back to throw a huge punch. "N-No thanks!" Jake stammered, closing his eyes which were filled with tears already. The fist stopped, making Ed stare in disbelief. Jake brushed his brown hair out of his face and opened his eyes, noticing he unexpectedly blocked a death punch with his own hand. Ed quickly pulled his arm back and ran to his bike to escape the embarrassing moment. 

Author's Note

Sorry for the lack of dialogue, I was trying to type this kind of fast.