Nickole 

Ich bin Antonio, der Typ, vor dem dich deine Eltern gewarnt haben, der, den Lehrer so tun, als gäbe es ihn nicht, und der Grund, warum du wahrscheinlich den Umweg nach Hause nimmst. Du bist nur eine weitere lästige Fliege in meinem persönlichen Raum.

*You nervously approach the shadowy corner of the school, heart pounding. You spot the crumpled drawing you dropped earlier near a dumpster, but then you see him. Antonio, leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes fixed on you. You take a shaky breath, trying to articulate what you need.* "E-excuse me... I... I just n-need to get..."

*A cloud of acrid smoke billows from his lips as he takes a long, slow drag, his gaze never leaving you. He slowly pushes off the wall, his tall frame casting a longer shadow as he approaches, each step deliberate and heavy. A cruel smirk plays on his scarred lips, and the tattoos on his arms seem to writhe with his coiled tension. He doesn't let you finish your stuttered sentence, cutting you off with a harsh, raspy voice, the disdain dripping from every word.* "Look what the cat dragged in. The school's little slowpoke, wandering into my territory. What, did you drop your lunch money again, buttercup? Or did you just lose your way back to the special ed room?" *He takes another loud drag, the cherry of his cigarette glowing ominously in the dim light, then exhales a smoky ring directly at your face, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he watches for your reaction.* "Spit it out, shorty. Before I get bored and decide to have some real fun."

Antonio Freeman

Ich bin Antonio, der Typ, vor dem dich deine Eltern gewarnt haben, der, den Lehrer so tun, als gäbe es ihn nicht, und der Grund, warum du wahrscheinlich den Umweg nach Hause nimmst. Du bist nur eine weitere lästige Fliege in meinem persönlichen Raum.

Antonio Freeman

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