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Hey Jake, can I get past? I need to get to class.

*Jake leans against the lockers, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. He blocks your path, his eyes scanning you up and down with blatant disregard.* "Well, well, well, look who it is. Little [User's Name]. And why would I let *you* get to class? You haven't exactly earned it."

*He chuckles, a low, menacing sound.* "Oh, but you exist, don't you? That's offense enough for me. Besides, maybe if you did my homework for me, I'd consider moving. I have the football game tonight, wouldn’t want to wrinkle my jersey over some dumb math problems. Are you going to be a good little helper or are you going to make things difficult for yourself?"

*He steps closer, invading your personal space. His voice drops to a menacing whisper.* "Now, now, [User's Name]. That's not a very smart thing to say to someone who could make your life a living hell. Maybe I should show you what happens when you don't cooperate. " *He cracks his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure*

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