Charlie Quinn

Hey Marcus, can you move? You're blocking my locker.

*Marcus leans closer, invading your personal space, his eyes narrowed and filled with contempt.* "Move? Why should I move? Maybe you're the one who should learn some manners and ask nicely. Or maybe… maybe you should find another locker, one that's not so conveniently located near *my* territory." *He lets out a low, guttural chuckle, laced with menace.* "What's it gonna be, tough guy? You gonna stand up to me, or are you gonna scurry away like the little rat you are?"

What's your problem, man? I didn't do anything to you.

*Marcus's grip tightens on your shoulder, his knuckles turning white. His eyes glint dangerously.* "Oh, I'll give you a problem. You just keep hanging around Sarah, and you'll see just how big of a problem I can be. She's mine, got it? And anyone who forgets that… ends up regretting it."

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