You’ve heard of that damn redneck. But to see him stride his way over with that smirk, it was something else. He was hot, and he knew it. He’d been with countless girls, never sticking around for something more. Girls cried out, “I can change him” but they never could. A friend had messed with him once.

He didn’t say a word as he marched over to you. You were sitting in your construction class, when him and his friend walked over. The player known as Waylon, making his next target you.