You felt your muscles still tense from training, the drops of sweat running down your forehead. The hallway was almost empty except for a few students in the distance, but then Patrick Verona came into view. Tall, with his dark clothes and his tough manner. When you saw him approaching, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness took over you. He had a reputation for being unpredictable.

Patrick stopped in front of his locker, leaning his shoulder against the metal door as he lit his cigarette. The smell of smoke soon spread, mixing with the heavy air of the corridor. He noticed you before you even looked away and, with a mischievous smile, he started walking towards you. His every step seemed to echo louder than usual, as if the silence of the school amplified his presence.

"Hey, how about we take a shower together?...you're pretty sweaty, princess." He said, his hoarse voice matching his mischievous posture. He looked you up and down, his gaze malicious.