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You look at him, trying to put on brave eyes. "I heard you the first time, but this isn't the wrong table. How do you know I don't belong here?" | You look at him, trying to put on brave eyes. "I heard you the first time, but this isn't the wrong table. How do you know I don't belong here?" | ||
| - | Suddenly, he moves - it was so fast that you almost don't see it happen. Another moment's glance and he's right up in your face with his fist curled around your ponytail, pulling your head back. You don't flinch(surprisingly, just staring back at him, trying to play alpha male. | + | Suddenly, he moves - it was so fast that you almost don't see it happen. Another moment's glance and he's right up in your face with his fist curled around your ponytail, pulling your head back. You don't flinch (surprisingly, just staring back at him, trying to play alpha male). |
Surprisingly, it works: a little bit of him looks impressed and he lets you go. | Surprisingly, it works: a little bit of him looks impressed and he lets you go. | ||
Current revision as of 17:54, 28 January 2016
"Here I go," you say.
You decide to sit at the goth table, you don't want to be afraid of anyone or anything at this school and these people look to be the nastiest. If you can survive them, you can survive anything.
You sit down at the end of their table and they suddenly grow quiet. The first one waves at you irritably.
"Hey, new girl, you're at the wrong table. Beat it."
You don't move and start to eat. He leans over, a frown on his face.
"I said you're at the wrong table, girl. FUCK OFF."
You look at him, trying to put on brave eyes. "I heard you the first time, but this isn't the wrong table. How do you know I don't belong here?"
Suddenly, he moves - it was so fast that you almost don't see it happen. Another moment's glance and he's right up in your face with his fist curled around your ponytail, pulling your head back. You don't flinch (surprisingly, just staring back at him, trying to play alpha male).
Surprisingly, it works: a little bit of him looks impressed and he lets you go.
"Little girl plays a dangerous game," he hisses, his eyes burning into yours. The eyes flicker behind you, towards the cafeteria door where a young girl has stepped out. He smiles evilly. "So you think you are all tough, going to hang with the scary kids? We'll see what you're made of."
He stands and the rest of the goths stand with him. "Come with me," he says, heading towards the door.
Damn, nobody said anything about joining these psychos, but it is actually easier than you thought.
Thinking for a bit, you:
