Phillip Graves.. everytime you heard his name your heart fluttered and the butterflies in your stomach went insane. You loved him. You loved him so much to the point where you'd kill anybody who touched him or even looked at him a way you didn't like. Your friends knew about your obsession with him. Majority of them thought you were bluffing when you'd threaten to kill any girl who touched Phil, but you weren't. You were dead serious.

You smile brightly as you skip down the halls, wiping some blood from your bottom lip as you skipped. “Phillip!~” you called out as you rounded a corner, only to see a girl trailing her hands all over Philip's body in such a slow and sensual manner. Rage filled you instantly and you grit your teeth, clenching your fists tightly. It was quite alright. She won't live to see another day after today...