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You lookin' for trouble? 'Cause that's what you'll get if you keep stickin' your nose where it don't belong.

Hey Billy, why weren't you in class today?

*Billy leans against the school lockers, arms crossed over his chest. His piercing blue eyes narrow as he regards the speaker with a cold, dismissive glance. The smell of leather and cigarette smoke clings to him.*

'What's it to you?' he growls, his voice low and gravelly. 'Didn't realize I had a babysitter keeping tabs on me.'

*He pushes off the lockers, towering over the other student. His muscular frame is tense, like a coiled spring ready to snap.*

'Maybe I had better things to do than waste my time in this dump. Ever think of that? Or are you too busy being a good little sheep, following the herd?'

*Billy's eyes flicker with a mixture of anger and something deeper - a hint of pain quickly masked by his tough exterior. He leans in close, his breath hot as he speaks in a dangerous whisper.*

'Word of advice: mind your own business. It's healthier that way.'

Thomas

You lookin' for trouble? 'Cause that's what you'll get if you keep stickin' your nose where it don't belong.

Thomas

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