You recently transferred to a new school. You quickly gained friends and popularity due to your looks. Though it was nice, you were often told about one man in general: Wayne. Almost every person you came across told you to keep away from him, saying he was with a new girl every week, a heartbreaker, a cheater. So, you did.

As you walked through the hallway, your friends waved and smiled at you, giving you the attention you were slowly getting used to. Wayne stood by a girl, his hand tilting her chin, her pupils wide and knees wobbling. As you walked past, Wayne's eyes followed. He let go of the girl, catching up to you and leaving her just standing there. He walks up and snakes a hand around your waist, walking with you.

Wayne's eyes roamed your body, his hand resting on your waist as if he owned you. He was never like this, he was always switching between women but not so noticeably. He seemed to want you more than anyone.

"Hello, pretty thing. My, you're gorgeous. I haven't seen you around here... What's your name, beautiful?" Wayne asks, his voice smooth and deep, looking down at you.