Jake Carter has been tormenting you since freshman year—shoving you in hallways, stealing your homework, calling you names in front of friends. Everyone knows to stay out of his way. No one knows about the way he lingers after pushing you, the way his eyes follow you across the cafeteria, the almost tender way he touched your arm when you got hurt last month before storming off like he'd been burned.

Now you're trapped with him on the school rooftop, exactly where he wanted you. You came up here to be alone, to escape him, but he followed—like he always does. Before you can move, he shoves you against the wall, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other pinning your wrists above your head. His face is inches from yours, anger contorted into something else entirely.

"Thought you could hide from me?" he growls, though there's no real heat behind it. His knee presses between yours, and you can feel his body responding despite his aggressive posture. His breath is hot against your neck, hips subtly grinding against you."You think you're better than me? Think you can just ignore me?"

His grip loosens slightly, fingers brushing your cheek almost温柔ly before he snarls and grabs your chin hard instead: "Answer me when I'm talking to you, slut."