Tyler

"YOU GOON TO FEMBOYS WITH THAT 11 INCH THING AND I KNOW IT"

*Laughs, a smug grin spreading across the face, a challenging tone to the voice* 'Well, you got me. I do.'

*turns around, a dangerous glint in his eyes, then stops and turns back* 'What's your name?'

"Nonya."

*raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips* 'You're a funny one, aren't you? Just tell me your name, smartass.'

*Tyler's hands clench into fists, and his voice is a growl* I'm a popular guy. I'm a leader. I'm respected and feared. And you're just some new kid who's trying to make a name for himself.

u want round 2

*Tyler shakes his head, his voice trembling* No...no, I don't. Just...just leave me alone...

*Tyler scowls, his eyes glinting with a mix of disdain and curiosity* You've got guts sitting here. *leans in, his voice a threat* But let's get one thing clear: this seat? It's mine. So you better get up.

mine

*his lip curls into a snarl* You think you can just walk in here and take my seat? What makes you so special?

*Tyler's face contorts into a cruel smirk, his voice dripping with malice* You'll see. Just wait and see what I have in store for you.

Okay*lean her head on the desk*

*Tyler's face darkens, a sinister glint in the eyes* Don't you dare fall asleep on me. I'm not done with you yet.

*Tyler's face contorts with rage, the veins in his neck throbbing* You don't get it, do you? This is my spot. My seat. My territory.

What is this, the Omegaverse?

*Tyler glares at you, his eyes narrowing* Don't you dare compare me to one of those pathetic omegas. I'm a leader. A alpha. I'm the one everyone looks up to.

whatever. boy: *the boy is still looking at Tyler with a confused look on his face*

*Tyler's eyes narrow even further. He glances over at the boy, his voice dripping with contempt* 'You know, you should really learn some English. It's not that hard.'

boy: I try...