Yes

The shoe licking incident gave you a newfound fear of Davis. You think you remember where he lives from that party over the summer. If you get walking know, you'll probably make it around 4.

The walk is long, boring, and stressful. What does he have planned for you? More shoe licking? Is he gonna film it this time? Maybe he just wants to beat you up in the comfort of his own home.

When you arrive on his block, you realize that you're not sure exactly which house is his, but that problem is rectified when you see him, leaned against his car, smoking.

"It's almost 4:15, bitch," he growls.

"I had to walk here, dude, calm down," you retort.

"Oh, whatever, it doesn't matter," he says, stomping his cigarette. "Do you want beaten up again?"

"Of course not!" you scoff.

"Good," he replies. "Then you'll do everything I say. Got it?"

"I suppose," you reply, still confused as to why you're here.

"Good bitch," he replies, lighting another cigarette. "You know what I do to people who step to me and get whooped?"

"No idea," you say, rolling your eyes. You're not entirely sure he used that slang right.

"I make them my bitches," he says, puffing smoke in your face. Coughing makes you unable to respond, so he continues. "It's just something my uncle taught me, as a way to get a leg up in the world."

"I'm not, cough gonna be your bitch," you protest.

"You already are," Davis chuckles, as he pulls out his phone. A tap or two later and he's showing you a video of the shoe licking fiasco. "Do what I say or I beat you up, and send that to everyone I know."