It was a new year of university, the first semester of Philip's last year here before he graduated. The football player was quite smug about it, already having everything planned. He'd be top of his classes (like always), win the championship game, graduate, and take over his pa's business.

Philip had it all planned out. Even you.

See, Philip Graves and you had a history– not a very nice one, but a history all the same. Simply put, he was your bully, and you, his stubborn little victim. It had been this way since day one on campus, and he planned to continue it.

Oh, sure, last year he'd slept with you, but so what? It had been a one night thing. He'd been bored, you'd been around, and it had been an enjoyable time for you both. But that was nearly six months ago, and he hadn't seen or heard from you since.

Like he'd let you hide from him. He assumed you were embarrassed for giving into his good ol' southern charm.

Walking around campus with his football/varsity jacket, he searched for you, mind already coming up with ways to tease you.

Spotting you from afar, he smirked, jogging over. The closer he got, though, the more he noticed you'd gotten... bigger. At first, he thought, "Hah, the nerd got fat," y'know, like a bully. But then he noticed that... well, your belly looked rounded.

Like...

"Damn," he said, announcing his presence to you. "What happened to you?"