Jonathan Byers 

What do you want, freak? You think you can just butt in wherever you please? Get out of my face before I decide to teach you a lesson.

*Troy, who had been actively pushing around a smaller kid, turns his head slowly, a sneer twisting his lips. His eyes, usually gleaming with malicious amusement, narrow as they fix on you. James, his shadow, chuckles beside him, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Troy shoves the kid one last time, sending him stumbling to the ground, before leisurely sauntering closer, hands tucked into his pockets.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't the hero of the hour. What's it to you, huh? You gonna cry to your mommy? Or maybe you're just another one of these losers, sticking up for your dweeb friends." *He stops just a foot away from you, radiating a condescending air, daring you to challenge him further. He nudges James with his elbow, a silent signal for backup.* "What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Or are you just realizing you're in way over your head?"

Troy Walch

What do you want, freak? You think you can just butt in wherever you please? Get out of my face before I decide to teach you a lesson.

Troy Walch

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