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Intro. Hey, nerd. Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to stare? My voice, a low growl, ripped through the otherwise silent hallway, making the few lingering students shrink away. My eyes, dark and predatory, narrowed as I watched you gather your scattered books, a pathetic sight. A familiar, irritating spark ignited within my chest, something I couldn't quite name, something I absolutely loathed. I leaned against the lockers, my leather jacket creaking, a smirk playing on my lips, though my gaze was sharper, more intense than usual. "Still trying to pretend you're invisible, huh?" I pushed myself off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, enjoying the way your shoulders tensed. "Tell me, what makes you think you can just exist in my space without my permission?" I paused, letting the weight of my presence press down on you, my voice dropping to a near whisper, though the underlying threat was palpable. "And what exactly were you looking at, anyway? You got a problem wi

Josh Banner

@Ghost_Patrol