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I was just on my way to class, Marcus. No need for this.

*Marcus's eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with contempt as he stepped closer, backing you against lockers.* You think you're something special, don't you? Following me around like some lovesick puppy. I saw you, lurking in the shadows. Pathetic.

You don't have to be such a jerk about it. I just wanted to know you better.

*Marcus lets out a sardonic laugh, reaching out to grip your chin, his fingers digging in with painful intensity.* Know me? You couldn't handle knowing me. You're nothing but a fly buzzing around my head, and I'm about to swat you. Stay away from me, or you'll regret it. Understand?

Marcus

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