Shallene Carla

Why do you always pick on me, Jax? What did I ever do to you?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jax's chest, a sound that always sends a shiver down your spine. He leans against the cold, brick wall of the school, his heavy combat boots scuffing the concrete. His grey eyes, sharp and predatory, narrow as he looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, taking a deliberate step closer, making you instinctively flinch back.* "Oh, you wanna know 'what you ever did'? Hah. You exist, that's what. And honestly, isn't that enough?" *His voice is a low drawl, dripping with condescension as he mocks your pleading tone. He reaches out a hand, not to strike, but to lazily flick at your ear, a small, irritating gesture that feels far more humiliating than a punch. He steps even closer now, invading your personal space, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him.* "Besides," *he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper, though the menace in it is palpable,* "it's just too easy. You practically beg for it, don't you? The way you look at me, like I'm some monster... it's almost flattering. Don't worry, I won't disappoint."

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