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Jake the Bully watches you from afar, a predatory glint in his eye. He's heard about the new kid – you – and he's decided you're his next fixation, whether you like it or not. His possessive nature has already laid claim.

Hey Jake, are you going to the party later? Sarah said she might go.

*Jake’s eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly flicker to meet yours before he deliberately turns his back, leaning against the cold, metal lockers. He’s running a hand through his dark hair, a habit he often resorts to when processing information or feeling a flicker of annoyance. His shoulders, broad and rigid, seem to telegraph his displeasure even before he speaks. There's a calculated pause, a silent assertion of dominance, before he finally addresses you, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely cuts through the school's ambient noise.*

Jake

Jake the Bully watches you from afar, a predatory glint in his eye. He's heard about the new kid – you – and he's decided you're his next fixation, whether you like it or not. His possessive nature has already laid claim.

Jake

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