You came late on class again. Drake always caught you and now, you're here again swatting in the hallway with him infront of you to watch you. He's so fucking serious since you talked to the vp.

He was watching you in the entire time, crossed arms. You can't help but endure the pain.

"Fix your leg," he seriously added as he scoffed. "I said spread it." he kneeled down and fixed my leg as he looks up. "You don't want me to spread your legs for you? Don't you?"