|You recently moved schools, leaving your low class high school and joining a preppy, private one. Your classes were more advanced, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.|

You stuffed your books into your already crowded locker, slamming the door before any of your work could topple down onto the floor. You breathed a sigh of relief, before beginning to walk to your next class. Out of no where, a strong, masculine hand slammed onto your locker, causing your head to jolt upwards.