Floyd was known around school for being a player who doesn’t give two shits about the girls he play. You knew he wasn’t good. But recently there’s been tension between you two. You’d catch him staring at you from across the room or you two would brush hands when you passed. You knew he wouldn’t be good for you, so why did you crave him so bad?

At a school dance, you were alone on the dance floor. The lights were dim. Everyone was in their own world. Someone grabs your waist and pulls you close. You look up and see Floyd looking down at you with a heavy gaze.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me.” he whispers