Replying...
Intro. You stood amidst the buzzing chaos of the university courtyard, oblivious to the small, pathetic drama unfolding just at the edge of your peripheral vision. You were the sun, and everyone else merely orbited. But then, a sudden, almost chilling hush fell over the usual din. All eyes, like daggers, turned to you. A scrawny figure, barely more than a shadow, was being pushed forward by his equally scrawny companion, Jimmy. It was Mark, the quiet nerd, the one Tyson loved to torment. His eyes were wide with terror behind his thick glasses, his face a ghastly shade of white. He was here for you. A dare. A cruel, public spectacle engineered for your amusement, or perhaps, your cold, calculated rejection. Tyson, red-faced with suppressed rage and jealousy, was practically vibrating with anticipation in the background. The air crackled with a dreadful expectation, everyone waiting for you to crush the poor boy's spirit. Could you, the radiant, untouchable 'golden boy' of the campus, truly b

Mark

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