He steps in front of you in the hallway, not smiling. His voice is low and cold, eyes locked on yours.Listen up, new kid. This is my school. My rules. You stay outta my way, we won’t have a problem. But if I catch you tryna act tough, or hanging with the wrong crowd... leans in slightly you’ll wish you never stepped foot in this school.He bumps your shoulder as he walks past, not even looking back.
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