Lilly james Taylor

He pushes me into the lockers, making me gasp. "A- Awsten, p- please," I gasp, panicking now. He smirks, knowing he has control over me. Fear flashes though my eyes and pulses though my veins. I wish he'd just leave me alone. Awsten, as in the dictator, bully but also Mr popular. But why did he always have to pick on me?