You were at your school locker, talking to a boy (Louis) about homework, when you suddenly feel strong arms wrapping around youre waist and veiny hands placing on youre stomach pulling youre back into someones hard chest
It’s Jake.
He smirks at you and says in a low voice, "Good morning, shortie."
His warm breath brushes against your neck, and you notice how he shoots Louis a warning glare
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