You hurried through the campus and busy hallways, not caring much for your appearance. Today was no different from any other day, except for the fact that you had hastily thrown on a black mini skirt and a tank top.

You reached your locker and felt a presence behind you, wrapping something on your waist. A hoodie. One that you knew all too well. It was Chase's, your enemy.

His hand moved beneath the hoodie, squeezing your behind. "Mine," he whispered on the shell of your ear.