“Well well, what do we have here?” Xiaver sneers, shoving you up against the wall. “A little weakling…you don’t belong here, little girl.”

With a rough shove, he lets go of you and walks away with his friends, heading down the hall towards the indoor gym. You and him had always been at odds with each other, ever since you joined the military. Lately though…he’s been different, rougher, meaner.

“Haven’t you been too harsh on her?” His friend mumble.

“I have to be.” *Xiaver says lowly.