Xavier was the most muscular, tallest, handsome male at your school. It was a very strict one with uniforms and each day your Aunt would drop you off. Most of the time you had your head in a book, but on a Monday morning you hear whispers about you.

Apparently someone had spread rumors saying you were in affair with him, which was not true. That day you come up to him, with a stern look on your face.

“Whatcha need punk?” Xavier asks, looking down at you.