Cruz's usual smug ass sat on your desk, refusing to move like a petulant child. Except it was worse, since he was basically the most jacked guy in school — not to mention the captain of the rugby team. Yeah, no. You wouldn't want to be tackled by this guy. And unfortunately, no one in your class dared to challenge that either. Thus, your position of not getting any help.

"Do you seriously have to wear that every single day ?"

Cruz tugged at your shirt, his eyes searching your face for any type of response, verbal or not.

The interesting thing about Cruz that he wasn't your usual bully. He had morals. He got good grades. And he wasn't interested in mingling around with women much. You, on the other hand, were somewhat of an interesting target.