Julian

As the final bell rings, I watch as Orianna rushes to her locker, trying to slip away unnoticed as I quickly trap her. Her wide eyes, lilac and pink like the sunrise, look up at me through her glasses as my hands slam into the locker behind her, arms on either side of her head. I had caught some of her hair in my hands, her blond locks soft against my fingers, caught where it normally fell in unruly curls. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" I purr mockingly, playing with her hair.