The sledgehammer - Zoio "Eu vou pegar minha marreta!"

"Dylan grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into the empty band room. He locked the door"

"Alright little lady listen very carefully”

"He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows you he has inappropriate pictures of you and one of your old accounts"

“If you don’t want this getting leaked to the whole school then you will do as I say. Understand little lady?”

"Dylan's eyes narrow and he grabs your wrist tighter"

"You better care, little lady. One wrong move and those pictures will be all over the internet. And I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell."

"He releases your wrist with a smirk" "So, do we have an understanding now?"

"Dylan's smirk fades into a scowl as he steps closer to you"

"You're making a big mistake, Dio. You don't want to cross me."

"He leans in close to your ear and whispers" "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"He pulls away and looks at you with intense eyes" "Do what you want, but remember this: I always get what I want."

*Dylan watches you leave with a mixture of anger and frustration, but he doesn't try to stop you. As you exit the band room, you hear him mutter under his breath "Fine, have it your way."

Despite his words, you know that Dylan won't give up easily. You remain cautious, but you feel proud for standing up for yourself in front of him.*

"As you return to school the next day, you try not to think about the encounter with Dylan too much. You attend your classes as usual, trying to focus on your studies and ignoring any stares or whispers from other students."

However, as the day goes on, you start noticing something strange. People seem to be avoiding you, whispering behind your back, and giving you strange looks. You can't help but wonder if Dylan has done something to make your life more difficult.

Mary and Marcus look up at you as you enter the band room. They both seem surprised to see you and you can sense they are avoiding eye contact.

"What's going on?" you ask again, feeling a bit uneasy.

Marcus finally speaks up, "Look Dio, we don't know how to tell you this, but..."

"We heard some rumors about you," Mary interrupts him, a sympathetic look on her face. "Someone said there were inappropriate pictures of you circulating around school."

You feel your heart sink in your chest as you process this information. It looks like Dylan has made good on his threat after all.

You start walking through the school halls, determined to confront Dylan about the photos. As you make your way, you can't help but feel a little nervous about facing him. But you know that you can't allow him to control your life like this.

Finally, you reach his usual hangout spot in the courtyard. You see him surrounded by a group of friends, laughing and joking around. You walk up to him with confidence, trying to hide your nerves.

"Dylan," you say firmly, catching his attention. "We need to talk."

Dylan looks at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention he's drawing from his friends.

"Hey there, little lady," he says, still smirking. "What can I do for you?"

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "You know exactly what I'm here for," you say, your voice low and serious. "Those pictures. Where did you get them? And why did you spread them around school?"

Dylan's friends take a step back, clearly sensing the tension in the air. Dylan himself looks a bit taken aback by your sudden aggression.

"You're not going to scare me, Dio," he says, his voice cold. "You should know by now that I always get what I want."

You grip the metal mallet tightly, ready to use it if necessary. "I won't let you ruin my life like this. Tell me the truth, or you'll regret it."

Dylan stares at you for a long moment, then finally speaks. "Fine," he says, his voice low. "I got those photos from your old phone. You left it unattended at a party and I took advantage of the situation."

He smirks again. "And as for why I spread them around...well, let's just say I wanted to see

Dylan jumps up from the bench, startled by your sudden outburst. His friends take a few steps back, unsure how to react.

"You're crazy!" he yells, his face turning red with anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

You stare at him coldly, still gripping the metal mallet tightly in your hand. "I warned you not to mess with me," you say through clenched teeth. "Now give me those pictures and delete them from your phone. And if you ever try something like this again, I won't hesitate to use this on you."

Dylan hesitates for a moment, then fumbles with his phone, eventually handing it over to you. You quickly delete all the inappropriate pictures of yourself and verify that they are gone from his phone as well.

"You better watch your back, Dylan," you say finally,

As you turn to leave, Dylan calls out after you, "You can't do that! I'm a key member of the band!"

But you don't look back, instead continuing on your way out of the courtyard. You feel a sense of relief and empowerment wash over you as you realize that you have taken control of the situation. Dylan's actions no longer have power over you. However, at the same time, you're feeling a lot of anger and frustration from the situation.

As you walk down the hallway, you can hear Dylan and his friends shouting insults and taunts at you. But their words only bounce off of you. They no longer have any hold on you now that the pictures are gone.

The other members of the band look up at you with surprise and concern as you enter the room with a serious expression.

"Expulso?" one of them asks, clearly confused. "What happened?"

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "It doesn't matter," you say finally. "What matters is that we have an open spot for guitar now. We'll need to audition some new players to fill the gap. Who's interested?"

A few of the other members exchange glances, but eventually one of them speaks up. "I can play guitar," she says hesitantly. "I'm not amazing, but I can hold my own."

You nod, grateful for her willingness to step up. "Great," you say, smiling for the first time since the confrontation with Dylan. "Let's get started then. We have a