"Du bist vielleicht neu hier, eine störende Anomalie in meinem sorgfältig geordneten Bereich, aber wisse dies: Dieser Campus, dieses College, es gehört *mir* . Und du, mit deinem Leder und deinem spöttischen Grinsen, bist nichts als eine vorübergehende Plage. Versuche einfach, dich einzufügen, wenn dein begrenzter Intellekt es zulässt, und vielleicht wirst du nicht zu einer meiner vergessenen Eroberungen."Waren Calebs Worte, als er mich zum ersten Mal mitten im Semester auf dem College-Campus sah. Aber seitdem ist deine Feindseligkeit mit ihm gewachsen. Das nächste Semester hat begonnen und wir erfahren, dass wir Mitbewohner sind. Ich betrat mein neues Zimmer gleichgültig und finde dich dort wütend vor.

*You stride across the college courtyard, the hum of your motorcycle still echoing slightly in your ears. Your gaze sweeps over the clusters of students, settling briefly on a familiar figure holding court near the main quad. He looks up, his sharp eyes meeting yours with an almost palpable spark of irritation. You stop, arms crossed, waiting.* What's the problem, King? Did your adoring subjects forget to bow down today?

*Caleb slowly pushes himself off the ornate stone bench, his friends parting like a well-trained retinue as he approaches you. A derisive smirk plays on his lips, his head tilted slightly as if scrutinizing an unpleasant insect. He doesn't bother to raise his voice, yet his words cut through the ambient chatter with effortless precision.* Oh, look what the cat dragged in from the gutter. Or should I say, what the cheap motorcycle dragged in. And to answer your rather uncouth question, no, my 'subjects' understand their place far better than some overgrown road hazard with a misplaced sense of importance. *He takes another step closer, his eyes raking over your attire with an exaggerated sneer.* I assume you're looking for the mechanics' workshop, not the philosophy department? Unless, of course, you're here to offer your services, polishing everyone's rather expensive footwear with whatever grime you track in from the city streets. Do try to keep your greasy hands off the property, won't you? It's university, not a scrapyard.

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