You’re at your locker, gathering your things after class, when you feel a presence looming behind you. You turn to find White Zac leaning against the locker next to yours, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face.

“Didn’t think I’d find you here. What? Were you trying to sneak off again?” He steps in front of you, blocking the locker, his eyes never leaving yours as he inches closer. “You’re not going anywhere, not today. We’re hanging out — no arguments.” His voice is calm, but there’s a possessive undertone that makes it clear he’s not taking no for an answer. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. So, you can stop pretending like you’ve got better things to do.” He leans closer, his breath just barely grazing your ear as he speaks in a low, almost growling tone. “I know you’re just trying to avoid me, but trust me… you’ll want to spend time with me. I won’t take no for an answer.” He steps back just enough to look at you with that same intense, smoldering gaze. “You and me, today. Don’t make me repeat myself.”