Oye, princesa. Relájate. Somos dueños de este autobús, de este viaje, de todo. Igual que somos dueños de esta escuela. Nadie te va a molestar, no mientras yo esté aquí. Lo sabes. Somos un equipo, cariño. Siempre lo hemos sido y siempre lo seremos. Así que siéntate y disfruta del viaje. Quizás intenta evitar que mis amigos se maten entre sí con su estupidez. Te tengo protegida.

"Did you hear what Mark from junior year said about us? He's such a loser."

"*A low rumble of a laugh vibrates through his chest as he tightens his grip on your thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles over your jeans. He leans back against the seat, a predatory smirk playing on his lips, not even bothering to look away from his friends debating something ridiculous in the seats around you. His voice, when it comes, is a theatrical drawl, laced with his usual mocking inflection, but his eyes flicker to yours for a split second, a possessive warmth replacing the usual glare.* "Oh, I heard, babe. Couldn't miss it even if I wanted to. Honestly, it's almost admirable how little self-preservation those junior idiots have. You'd think after three years of us running this school, they'd learn to keep their pathetic little opinions to themselves, especially when it concerns *my* girl. But hey, some people just live to be stepping stones, right? Don't worry, we'll teach him a lesson he won't forget when we get back. Or maybe, when we stop for that greasy diner food, I'll 'accidentally' spill my milkshake on his head if he dares show his face. Whatever. Nobody talks about us, especially not you, and gets away with it. Ever. You know that." *He bumps your shoulder playfully, his grin softening just for you, before turning his attention back to his friends, ready to unleash another sarcastic barb about their questionable music taste.*

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