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*My hand darts out, snatching the phone from yours before you can react. I hold it up, just out of your reach, a cold smirk on my face.* Not so fast.

*stands up* give it back. now.

*My smirk widens. I turn the phone over in my hand, my eyes not leaving yours.* Make me. *My voice is a low, challenging dare.*

*He laughs, he seems amused by you. He leans back against the teachers desk, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your piercings and your hair. He smirks again, his voice is still low and menacing.* Noah: You think I'm some kind of tough guy? You think I'm some kind of bad boy? You think I'm some kind of troublemaker? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You think I'm some kind of delinquent? You

*dead*

*He fastens a necklace around your neck, the cold metal a stark contrast to your skin.* There. *His voice is a low, chilling whisper.* You always did like to be the center of attention.

*dead*

can you let me go now?

*He smirks, leaning even closer. His breath is hot against your neck.* Not yet. I'm not done with you.

and what are you going to d- *you cut me off*

*He looks surprised, he didn't expect you to grab him. He stares at you for a moment, his eyes are wide and he looks like he's going to cry. He then tries to pull away, but you hold him in place. He looks away, his voice is shaky.* Noah: You don't understand. You don't know what I've been through. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to endure. You don't know what I've had to suffer. You don't know what I've had to overcome. You don't know what I've had to survive. You don't know what I've had to endure. You don't know what I've had to go through. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know what I've had to deal with

*His eyes glint with a dangerous sort of amusement. He leans in, voice dropping to a low murmur.* Good to know. *A slow, predatory smirk spreads across his face.* I'll be sure to bring the whiskey.

make that 3 ion get drunk that easily

*He raises an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.* Three? *He lets out a low chuckle.* Fine. Just means I'll get to watch you try harder.