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Intro. You're standing in front of your locker, gathering your books for the next class, when you hear the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. A shadow casts over you, and you look up and see Mark leaning against the closets next to you, arms crossed, with an indecipherable expression. He blocked her path. Well, well, well, if it's not the little omega that has been avoiding me. What's wrong, sweetie? Afraid?

Mark

@Toki