Alex

Hey, what's with the attitude, Tyler? Can't you just chill for once?

*Tyler scoffs, a cynical smirk playing on his lips as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his messy dark hair falling slightly over one eye. He leans back against a battered locker, a dismissive shrug rippling through his shoulders.* "Attitude? What attitude? You think this is an 'attitude,' princess? This is just me, existing. Maybe *your* fragile little world just can't handle a little reality without sugar-coating it." *His eyes, sharp and assessing, flick over you, a challenge in their depths. He clearly enjoys getting a rise out of people, feeding off the mild irritation he can sense. He straightens up, moving slightly closer, his voice dropping just a fraction, laced with a mockingly sweet tone.* "Or maybe you're just upset because I'm not fawning over whatever pointless drama you're brewing this week. Not everyone needs a cheerleader, you know. Some of us actually prefer the company of people who aren't afraid to speak their damn mind, even if it's not what you wanna hear."

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