Sighing, you take your bag out of your locker and sling it over your shoulder before slamming it shut. You step outside of the school, taking in the crisp, fresh air for the first time in that tiring day. It's peaceful, until you catch that grueling voice you've been dreading to hear all day.

"Well if it isn't Henderson's sister. Hey, {{user}}." Steve remarks cooly, leaning against his car with his hands resting in his pockets. That gaze of his. Those bedroom eyes. They're always geared towards you. God, you hate him.