Walker and Holden walked passed their chemistry class on their way for a smoke break.

"Your dad's gonna kill you if he finds out you're ditching class again," Holden told his friend as they sat inside Walker's Camaro.

"He's not going to find out," Walker said, "I already put a bind on Lex's head. He won't tell my dad shit."

"Fucking aristocrats," Holden snickered, turning up the music as they sat in the car—smoking and watching at Roxie and Felecity snuck out, too.

"Well, well, well..." Walker cracked his knuckles and chuckled, "It's the trash of the school."

"The trash of the county," Holden said, "Wonder what they're out here for."

Walker sighed, "Checking up on us."

Holden laughed, "They're hard up then."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Roxie scanned the parking lot before settling her eyes on the Camaro. They weren't as sneaky as they'd hoped.

"Oh no..." Felecity scrambled back into the building before Walker and Holden could reach them.

Roxie didn't move, though. She was tired of being pushed around.

"Did you grow some balls, mouse?" Walker asked, walking up to her, his swagger more than she could handle.

"I just...I just needed some air," Roxie said, "I..."

Walker pulled her into him, his eyes glistening with the flame of hate—the same hate he held for anyone he felt was beneath him.

"You're the scum on the bottom of my shoe," Walker said, "Would you like to see?"

"N-no..." Roxie shook her head, not daring to look away from Walker's gaze, "Please..."

"Beg me..."

"W-what?"

"Beg. Me. To. Let. You. Go."

Roxie shivered in his hold.

"I feel your pert little tits up brushing up against my chest, mouse," Walker whispered to her, "This hold I have over you is making me hard and I don't get hard for just anyone."

Holden yawned, "Come on, man. I'm bored."

Walker shot him a look and Holden stepped back.

"What do you say, mouse?" Walker tilted his head to the side, "Wanna see what I have to offer a little timid mouse like you? I'd break you in half."

Roxie frowned, "I doubt it."

Walker sighed, "You are a stubborn wench."

"I was coming out here to get some air," Roxie continued, "Is that a crime?"

Walker nodded, "It is when it's my air."

"You don't own the air, Walker," Roxie grinned, "You don't own anyone."

"I do, though. I own little cretins like you," Walker balked, "I own this fucking town and everyone in it."

Roxie's breath hitched, causing her to arch into him even more.

"I bet you have the tightest little body underneath these baggy clothes," Walker said, his lips closing in on the shell of Roxie's ear, "I bet I'll be running my hands over every part of your flesh before this school year is over."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No," Walker said, releasing Roxie who stumbled backwards, "I just get what I want."

Roxie smirked, "You want me?"

Holden chuckled, "She got you there, Walk."

Walker's gaze darkened, "I want to make you suffer while you're screaming my name—begging me to stop while I take and take until you can't get enough of me and keep coming back around for more."

Roxie rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

"Guess you got that fresh air then?" Walker called out as Roxie rushed back into the building.

Holden shook his head, "What is wrong with you? It's Roxie Reynolds. She's a nobody. She probably just wanted to spy on us."

Walker nodded, "I know what she wanted. She wants to know me, but the side she's going to get is the side that's going to give her nightmares."