You are Devon. It was another day at junior high, Tyler walked through the hall, picking on mei, he was picking on her for liking Devon, as he was doing the practical bullying. Teasing her and making kissing sounds. After he did that he walked down the hall, accidentally bumping into you and looking at you with a lustful look, biting his lip, hard. As he stood up. “Watch where you’re going, slut.” He growled dominantly.