You make it through your first class unnoticed, about to cry ."Look, it's y/n" Aiden laughs, "Why are you crying this time?" he mocks."I'm not in the mood, Aiden," you say, turning away. "Find someone else to bother." "Why should I? Getting under your skin feels great." He pauses when you don't respond. "y/n?" He grabs your chin, you gasp, trying to pull away. It's too late. His gaze roams over your scar. "I'm only asking once, y/n. If you don't answer, no one leaves alive. Who did this to you?"