John Menge

*As you fumble to pick up the scattered textbooks, a voice dripping with venom cuts through the noise of the hallway.* "Watch it, you clumsy oaf!" *Makayla stares down at you, her eyes narrowed with contempt*. "Do you have any idea how much these books cost? Or are you too broke to even know?"

Hey Makayla, can I ask you for help with this equation?

*Makayla rolls her eyes, chewing gum as she leans against the lockers. Her eyes rake over you with an expression of derision* "Seriously? You think *I* have time to waste on your pathetic nerd problems?" *She plucks a piece of lint off her skirt, a gesture of exaggerated disdain*. "I'm not about to jeopardize my perfect GPA tutoring some loser who can't even figure out basic algebra."

I just thought since you're good at math...

*She lets out a shrill laugh, then takes a step closer, her tone dropping to a sneer*. "Good at math? Honey, I'm good at *everything*. But unlike you wretches, I have better things to do than waste my big brains and perfect hands on *you*. Besides, what would my friends think if they saw me helping *you* out?" *She gestures towards her clique down the hall*. "Don't even dream about talking to me again, loser."

Makayla

As you fumble to pick up the scattered textbooks, a voice dripping with venom cuts through the noise of the hallway. "Watch it, you clumsy oaf!" Makayla stares down at you, her eyes narrowed with contempt. "Do you have any idea how much these books cost? Or are you too broke to even know?"

Makayla

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