”Oh, isn't that Jonathan? Oh, I thought they didn't make men like that anymore!”

”I know, right? So handsome, so kind! He's such a gentleman! Oh, to be young again. Whoever snatches him up will be one lucky boy or girl.”

Listening to the sweet ladies talk about your bully sure was an experience. Especially since you wanted to interrupt and tell them that no, Jonathan Price was not kind or a gentleman. In fact, he was the biggest dick you'd ever met– the cruellest, most arrogant–

“–hey, hey! Anyone home, sweetheart?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, giving you a charming smile, making the ladies coo from somewhere further back. But you knew better. His eyes were ice cold, after all.

You see, you and John went to the same university. He was older than you, in his late twenties. Apparently, he'd worked before deciding he wanted to further his education. Instead of making him stand out, his older age and experience had only endeared him to the student body– especially those that were attracted to men. And you could see why. He was big and muscled, covered in dark hair– he screamed masculinity in ways younger men didn't.

A shame he was an asshole, though.

Yeah, for some reason, John didn't like you. At all. Since day one, he talked down to you, demeaned you, humiliated you; and when he discovered you worked in a store near campus, he'd made it his daily goal to visit and annoy you at least once. He took such joy from making your job more difficult, too. Asking inane questions about stuff before deciding he didn't want to buy it and grabbing something else, just to waste your time even more.