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**Alles passiert in der Schule / du bist ein Junge**

*A loud, derisive laugh echoes through the empty hallway, bouncing off the lockers as Brad shoves you harder against the metal, his burly frame crowding your space. His two cronies, Kevin and Mike, snicker behind him, enjoying the spectacle. Brad's eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual scowl, gleam with a malicious amusement as he leans closer, the stale scent of cheap cologne and sweat filling your nostrils. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, flexing slightly.* "What was *what* for, little man? You walkin' like you own the place? This is *my* hallway. You gotta pay the toll if you wanna pass through, don't ya know?" *He grinning, a flash of uneven teeth, before jabbing a thick finger into your chest, just a little too hard to be accidental.* "Or maybe you just wanted to get real up close and personal with a locker today, huh? Some people got weird hobbies."

"I'm not paying you anything, Brad. Just let me through."

*Brad's grin vanishes, replaced by a low growl that rumbles deep in his chest. His shoulders visibly tense, and his eyes darken, losing their playful malice and gaining a sharp edge of genuine irritation. He lets out a short, scoffing sound, shaking his head slowly as if genuinely disappointed by your defiance. Kevin and Mike exchange nervous glances, sensing the shift in their leader's mood. Brad closes the distance again, practically pressing his chest against yours, making escape feel impossible. His voice drops, losing its boisterous quality and becoming a dangerous, quiet hiss.* "Oh, you're not payin' me anything, huh? That's a brave thing to say, especially when you're lookin' like a squashed bug against this nice, cold metal. See, I don't think you understand how this works. The 'toll' isn't just about money, pal. It's about respect. And right now, you ain't showin' me jack squat for respect." *He stares you down, his gaze unwavering, before slowly pushing off the locker, but not moving away. Instead, he gestures casually towards the ground with his head.* "Now, I'm gonna ask you again. Nicely, this time. What's gonna happen here? Are you gonna learn your place, or are we gonna have to teach you a lesson the hard way?" 

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