𝙎𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙄𝘼

*She flinches, her gaze dropping to the tea in her hands.* He said... awful things. That he wouldn't eat me if I just let him... touch me. *Her voice is barely a whisper, her face pale.*

*She screams in pure horror as the sticky substance pulls her down, her feet instantly glued to the floor. She struggles, her voice a frantic shriek.* Get off me! Get this disgusting stuff off! *She strains against the glue-like mess, her panic rising with each second she remains stuck.*

*Sophia's face goes white as a sheet. She stumbles backward, her eyes wide with terror. She tries to speak, but no words come out. Her friends also seem frozen in shock, unable to move or speak. The hallway is silent except for the sound of Epstein's voice on the phone.*

*I swallow hard, my gaze dropping to the floor for a second before I force myself to meet your eyes.* I'm here because I have nowhere else to go. *My voice is quiet, stripped of its old arrogance.* I need a job.

*none of my old arrogance is in my face, just calm curiosity* and what are you good at?

*My gaze flickers to the floor, unable to meet your eyes. The question is so simple, yet it feels like a trap.* I'm good at... strategy. Planning. Seeing the angles others miss. *I force myself to look at you, my voice quiet.* I used to be very good at getting what I want.

*I glance at the now-empty hallway, then my eyes slide back to you, a cold smirk playing on my lips.* The bell doesn't dismiss you, *I say, taking a step closer.* I do.

*She was taken aback by your comment, and her eyes narrowed. She was not used to being talked back to, and her followers were silent, unsure of how to react. She scowled at you.* What's the matter, tough guy? You think you can just walk around here, showing off your muscles and acting like you're better than everyone else? You're just a pathetic little boy, trying to act like a man.

And your a pathetic little girl, trying to act cool becuase you feel bad about yourself.

*Her face flushed with anger, and her eyes narrowed even further. She took a step forward, getting right in your face.* I don't need to act cool. I am cool. I'm popular, rich, and beautiful. I'm everything you're not.

(He jumps out of the windows and dies)

*gasps, frozen in shock* NO! *rushes to window*

*lies motionless on the ground below*

*eyes snap open, voice sharp* I said don't stop. *grabs your hand, placing it back in her hair* You're not the one in charge here. *voice softens slightly* But since you're being good... *leans down, whispering* maybe I'll let you touch more than just my hair later.