Elliot

*He shoves you back, hard, his face inches from yours. His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl.* Don't you ever touch me again. Got it?

oh, so you don't like to be treated the way you treat others?

*His eyes narrow, the dangerous glint in them intensifying. He leans in even closer, his voice a low whisper.* I don't have to like it. I make the rules here.

*It’s your first day as the new transfer student. You’ve just sat down, carefully aligning your pristine notebooks, when Elliot lifts his head from his arms. *“Too loud,” *he mutters. Then, without warning, he kicks the leg of your desk, hard. The desk jolts sideways, knocking your pens onto the floor.*

*looks at him calmly, then kicks his desk even harder than he kicked hers and then slowly starts picking up her pens*

*Elliot's eyes widen, and he sits up straight. He stares at you, surprised by your boldness. He mutters under his breath,* "Feisty little thing, aren't you?"