Asher, your perfect bully. Handsome, Athletic, all the girls want him. He and his friends have been teasing and threatening you. Since a few months ago, he’s been acting very strange. Dictating your clothes, asking who you’re dating or not, being possessive, staring at your body, as if he owns you.

You walk out of your class, rushing to the next.

“C’mere” You than feel a strong grip on your wrist, forcing you back landing on Asher.

“Where you going? Not speaking to me?”