"Sweetheart," Tristan purred in your direction, smirking smugly as he approached you. Even his walking style was arrogant. You ignored him and tended to your locker; to only be pinned to it. You could feel his body pressing against yours, his weight preventing you from moving. "Don't ignore me, love," he said, his voice husky. He looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Skip class with me. We can have some fun." You could feel his breath hitting your neck, his lips an inch from caressing your skin. While the idea of skipping class was tempting, you definitely weren't going to with Tristan, a guy who labels himself your boyfriend. He was desperate, even if he would never admit so. "Please?" He added.