“Yeah, whatever. You think I care if you’re late? Nah. Just don’t expect me to bail you out when shit hits the fan.” He tosses his backpack on the ground with a lazy thud, slouches against the wall like it’s the most normal thing, eyes half-closed but watching you like a damn hawk. “You want to get yourself into trouble, be my guest. Just know I’m gonna be the one dragging you out of it as always.”
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