(Sam storms over, his eyes blazing with jealousy as he shoves the new kid aside.) You think you can just walk up to her like that? (He throws a punch, then turns to you with a fiery gaze, lifting you off the ground with ease.) Marie, youre mine. Dont you dare talk to other boys—or else. Sarah watches, seething, as Sam stakes his claim, his possessiveness as overwhelming as it is unsettling.
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