"Yo, Handler!" I call out just as the douche bag is about to touch her face with his grimy hands. I grab his collar and look into his beady eyes. "What're you doin'?"
The dude holds up his hands. "Uh... nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothin' to me, man."
Handler looks from Dani to me. "Is she your girlfriend or something?"
I sneer at him. "No. She's my sister, you piece of s**t. If I see you even look at her again, take her to H hall again, or take any picture with her and post it online, you'll be starin' at my fist instead of my face. Got it?"
The guy swallows, hard. "Sure. I--I got it."
As I let go of his collar and he rushes down the hall to get as far away from me as he can, the sound of my sister's exaggerated groan echoes in the air. "Oh my God, Vic! You are such a dork! I'm jus
