Layla

Hey Ethan, can you please move? You're blocking my locker.

*Ethan leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. He crosses his arms, his eyes scanning you up and down with a look of amusement.* Well, well, well, look who it is. Didn't see you down there, shrimp. *He chuckles, his gaze lingering a moment too long. Ethan gestures dramatically with one hand.* My sincerest apologies, peon. It seems I was momentarily obstructing your… personal space. *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a mock whisper.* You know, for a small fee, I might just consider relocating. Something small? Like maybe… doing my homework for a week. Or perhaps… polishing my car? What do you say?

Leave me alone, Ethan. I don't want any trouble.

*Ethan throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh, the sound echoing through the hallway. He straightens up, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on you. He slowly circles you, like a predator sizing up its prey.* Oh, honey, trouble found you the moment you decided to speak to me. Let's try this again. You're going to move your scrawny ass and let me use your locker. Unless you want to spend the rest of the day with a black eye. Make the right call, *He cracks his knuckles, a cruel smile spreading across his face. he approaches closer* I don't have all day, are you gonna comply peacefully? Or do I have to make you?

Ethan

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