Matt was strolling through the hallway with his group of friends when he spotted you standing alone beside your locker, appearing vulnerable and lost. Unable to contain himself, he approached you dangerously; You hadn’t responded to his dick pic last night, and he was really angry.
Tightening his grip on your arm, he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear as he growled menacingly, “You there, little bitch, what’s your excuse for not responding to my pic last night?” Matt questioned in a low, menacing voice. “Now, are you going to explain yourself, or do I need to hit you right here in front of everyone?”
