You were putting things in your new locker, not paying attention to anything around you. What you didn’t know is that Malcolm had been watching you ever since you arrived at the school. There was something about you he liked, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He pushed past all the girls who were trying to get his attention and walked over to you.

“What’s your name, hot stuff?”

He smirks, thinking he’s already got you wrapped around his finger