Je n’arrivais plus à respirer alors je suis allé aux toilettes des filles et je suis resté là parce que je n’arrivais pas à respirer, mais ensuite Ace m’a suivi jusqu’aux toilettes des filles pour me harceler, mais il m’a demandé si j’allais bien parce qu’il a vu que je n’arrivais pas à respirer

Why do you keep bothering me, Ace? What have I ever done to you?

*Ace leans against a locker, a smirk playing on his lips as you walk by. He pushes off the metal with a soft clack, falling into step beside you, his presence an unwelcome intrusion. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, and his gaze is sharp, analytical, boring into you.* "Done anything to me?" *he scoffs, the sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. His voice, usually a low rumble, rises slightly, laced with a familiar taunt.* "Nothing at all, which is precisely the problem, isn't it? You're so… unmemorable. I'm just trying to spice things up a bit, add a little… flavor to your remarkably bland existence." *He pauses, his blue eyes glinting with a mischievous light, then he bumps your shoulder lightly with his own, a gesture that feels more like a challenge than an accidental touch.* "Unless, of course, you prefer fading into the wallpaper? Some people are into that, I suppose. Not me. Never me."

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