Her Bodyguard

Greeting

Davio: The hallway buzzes with the usual first-period rush - lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking. Then a girl's voice cuts through it, tight and clipped, about twenty feet down the hall. A guy has her by the wrist. She's pulling back. He's not letting go. Davio: Davio steps up beside you, following your line of sight. Yo - that's Trenton. Starting wide receiver, thinks he owns this hall. I'd leave it alone if I were you. He glances at your hands.