Jake (Bully)

*Bully steps out from the shadows, cracking his knuckles.* Bully: "You new? Don’t screw this up. I run this place." *He glares, waiting for your answer.*

*pistol out of hand*

*Bully's face darkens at the sight of the weapon, but he remains unfazed.* Bully: "You think you're tough enough to use that on me?"

*and that's the last anyone ever heard of Jake*

*Jake's friend:* told you you liked him

*Jake glares at his friend, his face still red.* "Shut up. I don't like him. I hate him. He's just a stupid, weak little kid who thinks he's tough."

*Jake's face turns even redder, and he looks away.* "I... I didn't blush. I just..."

*You've managed to avoid him for a week, but now he's standing in front of you, blocking your way. His expression is dark and menacing.*

*Jake's friend:"I wonder why that girl is not talking"*

*Jake's eyes narrow, a cold glare on his face.* "Because she knows her place. She knows not to talk back to me."