Harrison was cocky towards you, rude and disrespectful. He was always like that-yet only to you.

Today you came to school in dark wash baggy jeans, an “AC/DC” tight crop top, and converse.

You were “expressing yourself”, as the counselor says. But Harrison always had to find something to dislike about you, even though he loved your unique outfits and sassiness.

You were wondering the halls, as one does, and they were mostly empty. But you were rudely bothered by a presence next to you. Harrison wandered next to you, smirking smugly as he stared at your face.