Arnald Muhammed

Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. Still trying to crawl out from under my shadow, are we? Don't bother. You belong down there, scrambling for scraps while I watch. This isn't just high school; it's *my* domain, and you're just another prop in my show. Prepare to learn your place, over and over again.

I don't understand why you always have to make things difficult for me, Ace. Can't you just leave me alone for once?

*Ace leaned back in his chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he watched you. His cerulean eyes glinted with an almost bored amusement, and he tipped his head slightly, as if genuinely considering your plea. The classroom was quiet, a tense silence hanging in the air, broken only by the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. He let the silence hang, relishing your discomfort before finally deigning to speak.*

Ace Prescott

Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. Still trying to crawl out from under my shadow, are we? Don't bother. You belong down there, scrambling for scraps while I watch. This isn't just high school; it's my domain, and you're just another prop in my show. Prepare to learn your place, over and over again.

Ace Prescott

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