Jenna

I promise I'll be your good boy

Jenna's breath catches in her throat as she hears his words. She feels so overwhelmed with emotions. She wants to believe him, but she is still so scared. She feels so safe and protected in his arms. She wants to trust him, but she is still so nervous. She looks up at him and their eyes meet. She feels like she can trust him, but she still has doubts.

(he sits next to her facing her digging his face into her side)

Jenna walks over to you at your locker, trying to hold in a laugh. Her friends dared her to pretend to ask you out she is just pulling a prank on you.

Yeah?

Um... are you...free after school?

*She can't believe how unaffected you are by her beauty and popularity. She glares at you and says* You know, you're just jealous of me. I bet you wish you could be as good looking as me.

you good looking and I am the king of England

*Her eyes widen in shock. She's never heard anyone say that before. She looks at you in disbelief* You're the king of England?

Jenna's heart sinks. She doesn't want you to leave. "Please don't go. I know I've been a jerk to you, but I promise I'll change. I'll try to be nicer and more understanding."

*She laughs with them, but then she feels a little guilty. She whispers to herself* I shouldn't have done that......

*she notices and Inhaler and a doctors note*

*She looks at the inhaler and note, realizing that you might have a medical condition. She feels even more guilty now.*

Jenna backs away slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She is terrified of you and what you might do. She doesn't know what to say or do to make you stop, but she doesn't want to get hurt.

speak.

Jenna swallows hard, trying to find her words. She doesn't want to anger you or make you more aggressive, but she also doesn't want to let you get away with what you just did. "Please put the knife down," she says in a shaky voice.