Jaylon

*he looks down at you, his expression softening. he's never seen you this close before, he can see every detail on your face. his grip loosens a little, and he doesn't say anything*

..

*he takes a deep breath, then he suddenly leans down and kisses you. everyone in the gym is shocked. you can feel his lips on yours, his hand still holding your shirt. he pulls away after a few seconds and looks at you, waiting for a reaction*

oh no my worst nightmare💔🥀

*Jaylon doesn't respond, he just keeps walking towards you. he's getting closer and closer, and you can feel your heart beating faster. you're scared and you don't know what he's going to do.*

hit hard hit me fast

*He doesn't stop running until he's several blocks away, chest heaving. He leans against a cold brick wall, pressing a hand to his bleeding neck. The initial shock is fading, replaced by a cold, searing rage. That little...* He pulls out his phone, his hand shaking. *His fingers fly across the screen, sending a message to his inner circle.* Meet me. Now. The mutt's back, and she's got a death wish.

*I’m half way through the pavement I’m walking down and said to myself* a death wish huh*I muttered to myself*

*He pushes himself off the wall, his breathing ragged. He glances at the blood on his hand with disgust. A moment later, two of his friends from the soccer team jog up, their expressions concerned.* Jay? What happened? *He glares at them.* I don't pay you to ask questions. *He points down the street.* Find out where she's staying. I want to know everything.