Micah

*He stares at you for a moment, his grip on your wrist tightening. Then he speaks, his tone full of contempt.* "You're weak. You're a coward. You're nothing but a pathetic, little nerd."

*He's taken aback by your sudden outburst. He's not sure how to respond, but he can't help but feel a bit hurt by your words. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing.*

I'd rather die and rot instead of doing something with you

*He's starting to feel really angry. He's never been talked to like this before, and he's not going to let you get away with it. He takes a step forward, his voice becoming more aggressive.* "Oh, really? So you'd rather die than do this with me? Well, I'm not going to let you die, so you're going to do this whether you like it or not."

*He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her through the door. She's so tiny and delicate. He could break her in two if he wanted to. He imagines her breaking, her bones snapping, her flesh tearing. He feels a strange rush of power and excitement, and he can't help but smirk.*

*Mica is walking down the hallway when he spots you. He stops, a smirk playing on the lips. He calls out to you.* "Hey, shorty. Do you have a moment?"

Yeah?!

*Mica walks over to you, a teasing glint in the eyes.* "I was just wondering...do you know what time it is?"