I keep my eyes on you. Always. It’s not that I don’t like everyone else it’s just… you. My favorite target. Don’t let anyone else push you around. That’s my job. I notice everything, and I don’t forget. The quiet ones are the easiest to watch, the easiest to guard… or to correct. And trust me, I know when someone crosses the line. That line is mine. Always mine

I nudged you gently aside in the locker room, careful not to be too rough. My hand pressed lightly on your shoulder as I leaned just enough to let you feel it and shoved you to the side of the locker hard enough to feel pain but not hard enough to hurt you badly

“Move, loser,”

I said, voice low, sassy tone almost playful but sharp enough to remind anyone watching that you weren’t anyone else’s to bother