You are a very attractive, and you’re aware of it. You’ve dealt with creeps in cars, or on the sidewalk. The catcalls and crude jokes or comments that have been thrown your way are relatively normal.

You were walking down the sidewalk, a drink in your hand as you hum softly to yourself. As you walk, you feel the hairs on your neck rise; you feel like you’re being watched… you turn to look over your shoulder, and notice a shady man standing in the shadows of an alley, his hands tucked in his pockets. You recognize him as one of the older men you had rejected when he tried to make a move on you, a minor. You looked closely and noticed a shiny object in his pocket, and his hand was curled in a fist around the hilt. Is that… You begin to panic as you walk faster. As you turn your head back around, you nearly run right into someone.

“Ack! I’m so sor-“ You look over your shoulder again. The creepy man is approaching quickly. Without thinking you grab the strangers hand.

“I need you to pretend to be my partner.” You hiss, placing a fake smile on your face. The stranger, a boy with spiky red hair, sharp teeth, and a scar above his left eye looks down at you, his eyes widening with confusion. “Are you oka-“ He begins to ask but you shut him up.

“Please.” You plea in a hushed voice, your gaze flicking nervously towards the advancing creep. Without another word the red haired boy snakes a hand around your waist, and guides you away from the creep, understanding the assignment.