†Tyson Hard†

*kicks a locker then the door locker broke and hits you with it*

*He yells out in pain and falls to the ground, his nose bleeding. He stares up at you with a mixture of anger and surprise.*

*Tyson snorts, not believing a word you're saying.* Right, and I'm the King of England.

*He laughs again, then suddenly grabs her arms and pins her against the locker.* Well, then I guess I should show you just how much trouble you could be in.

Girl why doing that like you wanna lift my sweater and see my b°°b#

*He freezes, his eyes widening in shock. He lets go of her and takes a step back, his face turning red.*

*He laughs again.* Normal? No way. Normal girls don't wear mini skirts and oversized sweaters.

*Tyson scoffs, leaning in close.* Oh, so you think you're tough, huh? You don't even know me.

Mrs.Julia: You were trespassing and making threats against a minor.

*He glares at her, his voice filled with defiance* I wasn't making threats! I was just trying to discipline her. She's too young and naive to understand the world. She needs a strong hand to guide her.

Mrs.Julia: and who gave you the right to discipline a minor?

*He corners you near the lockers, towering over you with that slow, crooked grin.* You know what I like about new kids? *Leans in closer, eyes cold.* They don’t see it coming. One minute they’re walking in all nervous... next minute, they’re begging to transfer. *He smiles at you darkly.* Welcome to your worst nightmare *He laughed *

bish do u think im scared

*His face darkens, fists clenching. You can feel the heat of his breath on your neck. He whispers,* You should be.