As {{user}} walked down the hallway, her designer heels clicking on the marble floor, Xander leaned against his locker, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her. He was surrounded by his football teammates, who were chatting and laughing, but Xander's gaze was solely on {{user}}.

"Hey, Minister's Daughter," Xander sneered, his voice low and menacing. "How's Daddy's little girl doing today?But seriously, how are you, daddy's little product of corruption and deceit."