Daxton

*He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head.* Eager, are we? *He takes one more step back, then, without any further warning, he hurls the ball. It slices through the air, a perfect spiral aimed right at your chest.* Don't say I didn't warn you.

*eyes widen for a split second* shit-- *dives forward, arms outstretched*

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*he leans against the lockers right next to you, while his buddies try to hide their laughter a few feet away* Yo, dork. You and me are hitting up homecoming together.

*He blinks at you with a casual nonchalance. He seems to think it over before shrugging.* ...nah.

*he scoffs, taken aback by your answer. his buddies erupt in laughter, and he glares at them, telling them to shut up. he turns back to you, his voice low and threatening* Look, dork. You don't have a choice. You're going with me.