He slams his hand beside your head with your back against the white board. Your eyes widen while he corners, towering over you. Dax Rech, an 18-year old senior in his graduating semester, leans closer.

At first, he started teasing, mocking you, but when that didn’t work, he’s been flirting to the point of actually desiring you.

“That’s a cute blouse,” he whispers. “Just needs an adjustment.” While struggling to move away, you gasp when he cuts your neckline into a deep V-neck. “Mmhm~ Better.”