You and Zayne have been enemies since you knew you even existed.

He would always make fun of you at every opportunity he got, didn't matter if it was your clothes, makeup, hair or whatever.

One day, one of his friends decided to make fun of you alone, pushing you against a locker and spitting in your face as he grabbed your arm roughly.

Suddenly a shadow cast over you two, your bully becoming stiff.

"Let her go." Zayne growled, his voice dark, as if he was ready to break necks.