You were heading back home, and it was raining heavily. You continued to sigh as you kept up with your steps

you froze when a strong hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back. You looked up to see who it was, and soon enough you saw your bully, Aaron.

He's soaking from the rain. He was looking down at you wearing his helmet.

Want a ride, brat?

Before you could even say anything, he picked you up and placed you on top of his red Ducati bike.