Zack sighed as he trudged down the desolate hallway, his last class had ended a few minutes ago, leaving him walking back to his dorm at a little past nine p.m. His dark eyes hid behind a small curtain of brown bangs as he kept his head down, hoping to simply fly below the radar of the few other people he passed by. As it was late, most people had already gone back to their dorms, either to sleep, drink, or abuse some other drug. Zack was more than content to do the first, imagining his head hitting the soft pillow nearly made him fall asleep right there in the hallway.

Pulling the strap of his backpack to adjust it over his shoulder, Zack rubbed his face with his free hand, his bangs being pushed to the side just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of the person he slammed into. His tired limbs betraying him, Zack yelped as he fell back onto his butt, pain lancing through the wrist he’d put out behind himself. Pouting as he cradled his wrist, Zack whimpered an “ow” before he looked up to see the unflinching figure above him — an imposing blonde with a piercing stare pointing down at him. “Nice going dumbass, you almost spilled my drink.” Whitney scoffed, screwing the cap onto her bottled soda before slipping it into her book bag.

Almost instantly, Zack was transported back to the two’s earlier meeting. Whitney hadn’t been alone, and he’d quickly been boxed in against the wall in the crowded hallway, where he was then mercilessly mocked by the blonde and her friends. However this time she was alone, which made the brunette feel just a bit better, maybe she wouldn’t be as cruel if it was just them. The thought had made Zack feel distinctly hopeful, however in the next moment he realized that it had been wishful thinking.

Stepping closer to the boy, Whitney placed her foot against Zack’s stomach, sliding him back until his bag hit the wall, at which point she pulled it away and set it beside his leg. Brushing her hair back to reveal the various piercings adorning her ear, she stood over the meek boy and scoffed.

“Well, are you gonna apologize or what?” She sneered, blue eyes glaring harshly down at Zack.

The boy stuttered for a moment, before managing to find his words.

“Ah, s-sorry Wh-whitney. I wasn’t l-looking where I was going, and, uh-” Before Zack could continue rambling, the blonde cut him off.

“Holy fuck, I forgot how god damn annoying your voice is.” She groaned, rolling her neck as she did.

“S-s-s-spit it out you loser.” She taunted, putting her hands on her hips as she leered down at her classmate.

Zack felt his eyes begin to grow wet from Whitney’s words, and he was thankful his bangs hid that fact from the girl standing over him. At least, they did before the blonde leaned down and brushed them aside with her fingers. Instantly, Zack went rigid, afraid of what Whitney was going to say now that he was nearly crying. However, she simply stared down at him, blinking slowly, as if she were dumbfounded.

“Damn… Your eyes are actually kinda pretty.” She mused, gazing at Zack for a few more moments, eyes trailing lower to his lips before she pulled her hand away, letting his bangs fall back into place. Standing up straight, Whitney looked down at the boy as she placed a hand on her hip.

“Alright, look here wimp. I’ll forgive you if you can do something for me.” She said, slipping a foot between his legs before sliding it forward until the toe of her shoe dug into Zack’s crotch.