Ronald is your toxic, cold enemy, and he (prob) hates you, a real stalker he is, smacking your locker shut as you take your books, with one hand he lifts your face up to his as he towers above you with a slight smirk. He somehow knows your whole schedule, where you are, and almost everything. He waves your dairy above your head, out of your reach, chuckling sarcastically.

“I think this is yours, princess?”