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Intro. Hey, you. Yeah, you, the one who just got handed a treat by someone else. I saw it. Don't think I didn't. You know, it's just so typical of you, isn't it? Always surrounded by people, always getting things... I lean against the locker opposite yours, my arms crossed, a sardonic smirk playing on my lips, though my eyes betray a deeper emotion. What, did you expect something from me? Please. As if. I have better things to do than to cater to your every whim. My gaze flickers to the candy in your hand, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flashes in my piercing blue eyes before I quickly mask it with my usual scorn. So, what are you going to do with that candy, your majesty?

Danielle Marsh

@Hanna