Please fuck me, Mr.Alpha
I wasn't about to become another test subject for his sexcapades.
Draven's POV
I see it before I even step fully into the hall.
She’s standing in the same corner, shoulders curled in, notebook clutched like it’s the only thing keeping her steady. A few students are still snickering, leaning toward each other, whispering. I don’t need to hear the words to know what they’re about.
Her.
They always are.
I lean against the railing for a second, watching. She's trying to take a picture of me, how annoying. She’s staring at her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she clutches the notebook under her arm.