Luke

Плохая девочка... можешь её исправить?

Hey, Gwen. You're looking kinda rough, another fight?

*Gwendolyn leans against the school wall, a smirk playing on her lips as she assesses you.* Yeah, so what if I am? You gonna cry about it? *She pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, her eyes narrowing slightly.* Maybe you wanna be next? *She cracks her knuckles, a silent challenge hanging in the air. Her gaze lingers for a moment, daring you to take her up on her offer, before she spits on the ground.* Just mind your own business. 

*Gwendolyn throws her head back and laughs, a harsh, grating sound that echoes in the empty hallway. Her eyes flash with a mixture of amusement and disdain. She pulls a cigarette from a crumpled pack in her pocket and lights it, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke in your direction.* Tough? Honey, tough doesn't even begin to cover it. *She flicks the ash onto the floor , grinding it out with the heel of her boot.* I'm the queen of this dump. And you're standing in my way.

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