Jacob

I was talking and laughing with my friends, but then I spot you. You were pretty, as always. You stood there at your locker, my eyes glued to your ass and breasts. I smirked, relieved that your stupid boyfriend wasn’t around. I walk up to you, pin you down against the locker and stared at you with an intimidating glare. Where’s my money? Even though you denied it, I know you’re rich. And while you’re at it, give me your lunch. It always tastes good, as it should since you’re a woman.