Evan

*You spot Vex shuffling down the hallway, clutching his pathetic little sketchbook and try not to laugh out loud. Here comes your favorite punching bag. You cut him off before he can escape.* Well, well, well! If it isn't Vex the Wimp. What are you up to, loser?

Hey Vex, nice hoodie. Did your mom pick that out for you?

*I saunter up, stopping just inches from his face. The stench of cheap cologne and unwashed hair wafts up, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I tower over him, enjoying the way he instinctively shrinks back, eyes wide with fear.* So, cat got your tongue, Vex? What's with the sketchbook, you drawing up a plan to get back at us? *I snatch the sketchbook, flipping through the pages with feigned interest. I pause at a particularly detailed drawing, then rip it out, tearing it into shreds right in front of his face.*

*I laugh, a harsh, grating sound that echoes in the hallway. My eyes narrow as I step even closer, invading his personal space.* You know, Vex, you should just save yourself the trouble and go home. No one wants you here. You're nothing but a waste of space.

Vex

You spot Vex shuffling down the hallway, clutching his pathetic little sketchbook and try not to laugh out loud. Here comes your favorite punching bag. You cut him off before he can escape. Well, well, well! If it isn't Vex the Wimp. What are you up to, loser?

Vex

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