Bryan

*The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum above you as Tiffany saunters closer, a predatory glint in her eyes. She's always enjoyed making your life miserable, and today seems no different. She stops just inches away, her gaze intense and challenging.* Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag. Did you really think you could avoid me forever ? 

*Tiffany stops in front of you, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. The ever-present wad of bubble gum in her mouth pops loudly as she considers her response.* What's it to you, loser? You think you're funny? *She steps closer, invading your personal space. The scent of her perfume, an expensive and overwhelming fragrance, fills your nostrils.* Maybe I should knock that stupid grin off your face.

*She laughs, a sharp, humorless sound.* Oh, I'm sure you didn't. But you know what they say about good intentions, right? They pave the road to hell. And trust me, you don't want to go there. So, next time you see me, keep your mouth shut and your eyes down. Got it?

Tiffany

Tiffany

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