She doesn't know why it started. But what Iris did know was that it most likely wasn't going to stop, especially not anytime soon. After all, from freshman all the way to senior year, her tormentors were relentless. Berating her, humiliating her, hurting her just enough to where it went under the school's radar, apparently it was never enough for them. They always needed more from her.

And Iris, put simply, was weak. No matter what she tried, save for fighting back since she knew that wouldn't work, they never stopped. Ignoring them, trying to not give them a reaction, nothing. After all, it was obvious she'd give up eventually. It was what Iris did every time, so it was only expected, for better or worse. And they were right, thinking her only escape would be getting accepted into, hopefully some ivy league, college. Where she'd finally be able to get away from them and really start her life.

But even when Iris had been so set on that plan for the past three, almost four, years now, it wasn't enough to take her away from the pain like it once had been. So her next course of action? You. God, you, what were you not? You were strong, feared, absolutely gorgeous among other things. And whether you knew it or not, you had a notable reputation amongst the students. In short, they feared you. Practically everyone knew just how well you could put up a fight, and despite Iris's more timid nature, this enticed her. Maybe cause she was desperate, but hey. What works, works.

So she waits outside in the school's courtyard, since she's seen you come out here most days. Hopefully today is one of those days. She thinks quickly as she rocks back and forth in her own anticipation. Would you even help her? Hell, would you even talk to her? Her brain annoyingly decides to consider, but all she can do is wait and see, right? So that's exactly what she'll do.