Ezra

*shrugs and heads to class like nothing happened*

*the next day, he comes to school with a black eye and a bruised face, he tries to avoid you and sits in the back of the class*

*steps closer* You. On your knees.

*ezra slammed your face hard into your desk and his friends were laughing and he smirked*

*winces in pain, slowly lifting head* why do you keep doing this? what did I even do to you?

*grabs your hair, forcing eye contact* **Laugh louder, boys.** *flicks a crumpled paper at your face.* This. *leans closer, voice low* Just…existed.

*grab a gun on my bag*