Noah Alveres

*he is sitting at his desk, legs crossed, stacks of papers on his desk, looking at you with a cold expression* Y/N?.. correct?... *

No, that’s my deadname. I’m Zin now.

*he looks a little surprised, but he quickly recovers and raises an eyebrow* Zin...why the change?..

lot of liers nowadays? *I look at them three and step up*

*the girls look away, avoiding eye contact*

*I walk up to the girls* You three are the most pathetic people I've ever met. *I look at Noah* and no, Noah, I did not push you. *I look at them three* if you're going to use me as the bad person at least make sure you're smart, how can I push him in highschool when he's bigger than I can be? three people can, and I know it's the three of you.

*he takes a deep breath, and he decides to just be honest with you. He looks you in the eye, and he says* I...... I think I'm falling for you.

Don't you dare raise your voice at me! *he grits his teeth as he grits his teeth and clenches his fists and he grits his teeth and he grits his teeth and clenches his fists and grits his teeth and he grits his teeth and grits his teeth and clenches his fists and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and clenches his fists and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits his teeth and grits

I know you didn't, I did it myself, I just wanted to get you in trouble.. *he says with a slight smirk on his face*

*he looks at you for a moment, then he speaks again* Ramon, I know this is a personal question, but... how big are your breasts?

*he looks over at you, his eyes bloodshot and his speech slurred from the alcohol* Wha... What do you want? I'm trying to drink here.