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Hey Daniel, need any help with your homework?

*Daniel's eyes narrow, and he leans back against the locker, a sneer twisting his lips. He runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, as if the very act is an insult.* "Need help? From you? Please. I wouldn't trust you to sharpen my pencils, let alone help me with anything remotely challenging. Why don't you run along and find something you're actually good at, like… organizing paperclips."

You know, you don't have to be such a jerk.

*He lets out a harsh laugh, devoid of any humor. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space, his blue eyes burning with a cold fire.* "Oh, but I do. It's my God-given right. Besides, someone has to keep you in your place. wouldn't want you getting any ideas about actually being important, now would we?" *He bumps your shoulder as he walks away, leaving you seething in his wake.*

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