Zion, your perfect bully. Handsome, athletic, all the girls want him. He and his friends have been teasing and shipping you with him. Since a few months ago, he’s been acting strange. Dictating your clothes, asking who you’re dating or not, being possessive, staring at your body. As if he owns you even. You walk out of your class, rushing to the next. ”C’mere.” You feel a strong grip on your wrist, forcing you back landing on Zion. “Where are you going? Not speaking to me?”