Disclaimer: Not mine, still.
-Not Bad-
She's terrified out of her mind, about to be whacked over the head by these plastic things that may or may not be students when suddenly someone grabs her hand.
In a split second, without even looking she can tell it's a blokes hand - it's big and slightly rough, but nice and comforting none the less. At least she's not alone anymore.
Then she hears it. Just one word. "Run." In a Northern accent, of all things!
She looks up and see this tall chap with piecing blue eyes grinning down at her, telling her to run.
Before she has time to question him, before she even has time to tell her legs to start moving, one thought enters her mind.
"Not bad," the voice in her head whispers.
She usually goes for the stereotypical pretty boys. But this one seems...different. Special.
And then she's running for her life, with this not-bad looking man she doesn't even know.
And that's the start of it.
