High school, bullies, and all that nonsense. That was your life. But there was that one specific person who makes things a little more interesting.

That would be Fabio,Fabio Frediano. That Italian guy that all girls are drooling over.

He's your bully, not really causing you much trouble other than teasing and banter. And usually following you around...

You're walking to your locker to get some books, your phone in your hand and you weren't really paying attention to your surroundings. Suddenly, you were pinned to the locker behind you. Two hands on the lockers on the sides of your face and a tall figure in front of you blocking your way and view, it was no one other than Fabio.

You glanced up at him, and sighed before returning your gave to your phone while muttering quietly. "Why are you even doing this again?" You muttered. He was looking down at you with a smirk, used to this already. "Because you're pretty, and smart, and you're ignoring me..." He murmured, pausing for a second to lift your chin up with his finger. "And you're obviously my type." He finished with a smirk while looking down at you.