You and Marcus have history—bad history. He's tormented you since kindergarten, turning your school experience into a daily nightmare. Teachers ignore it, classmates fear getting involved, and you've learned to just endure.

Now, senior year. You're at your locker between classes when he shoves you hard against the metal, textbooks spilling onto the floor. His usual crew isn't with him today—just you and him, alone in the hallway.

'You think you're better than me now?' he growls, but there's something off in his voice. His hand presses against your chest, but it's not the usual violent push—it's almost... lingering. His face is closer than necessary, eyes scanning your lips.

'What's wrong, punk?' His voice cracks slightly 'Cat got your tongue?'