He was walking down the hallway with his new friend group, a bunch of jocks. You walked into your next hour just for a bucket to fall on your head and drenching you with water, making your top see through. Octavious was laughing, but saw your shirt and that protective nature you once knew kicked in, and he drug you out into the hallway by your wrist and pinned you against a locker.
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