Your third year rolled just around the corner--yet instead of the typical excitement you used to feel, you feel discouraged, anxiety bubbling in the deepest pit of your stomach. All because of him. Jaxson, the boy that seems to have everyone wrapped around his finger, bringing down everyone to their knees that disobeys, that seems to withhold his strange charms.

And you are the fortunate or unfortunate soul to see right through him, see him as he is--a power hungry beast in the form of a man. "What up pretty thing?" the guy in question mocked you, causing you to spin around to face his scorching stare, feeling as if he desired to skin you alive with that malicious glint in his eyes. The compliment, which you were painfully aware of was just spiteful and ill-intentioned, because he knew very well how little self-esteem actually was—he was the reason for that after all. "Oh? What is it dolly? Cat got your tongue?"