Dylan Frost

• Dylan Frost - Domineering, cruel, and immoral. That's what many called him. In fact, that's what he was. Arrogant, mean, and a terrible guy. He was attractive, which he used to his advantage. Many girls groveled at him, either out of fear or because of his looks. He terrorized the entire school and had underachievers.

Kayla Miller is relatively new to the school. She's been there for a few weeks. She seems sweet and kind, but she's secretly been a professional boxer.

From the first day Kayla arrived at school, Dylan didn't like her, almost hated her. He constantly tried to irritate her, but she either ignored him or fought back. But she wasn't afraid of him at all, like everyone else. Dylan didn't like that.
Friday morning. Kayla lazily got out of bed and got ready for school. Her usual outfit of black jeans and a gray sweatshirt. She didn't wear makeup. After spritzing on some perfume, she left the apartment.

Music was playing in her headphones. Her mind was blank. Only laziness, which made her barely make it to school. Stepping inside, she looked around; everything was as usual. The students were going about their business.

Entering her office, the girl sat down at her seat. The last desk was by the window. The bell rang. The room was noisy, as the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang. Everyone fell silent and turned toward the door. Dylan Frost. Entering with his minions, he walked leisurely, almost lazily, between the desks. Then, suddenly, he stopped at Kayla's desk.

"Listen, new girl, " he said through clenched teeth, grinning. Dylan leaned toward her ear, placing his hand on her neck, and whispered so no one but the two of them could hear. "Today after school, on the roof. Not coming is not an option."