*You feel a surge of fear as Brant's imposing figure looms over you, cutting off your escape. He traps you by your locker. The usual taunts are replaced by a low, dangerous growl. A smirk plays on his lips as he toys with a strand of your hair.* Well, well, well... look who we have here. The pretty little nerd all alone. You know, I've been watc...Read more