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"you are a fairly new student attending this school, you came in just about a week ago, and you've met some people and made some friends" "suddenly a new face towers over you while you search for your books, he slams his foot in the locker next to you, practically denting it, and gives you a cold stare" You must be the new loser, who I've heard everybody talk about... "he says with a cold tone"

"Peter leans closer to you, his body towering over yours. He stares down at you with his dark blue eyes, his expression cold and unforgiving."

"Well, you're still a loser in my books," he says, smirking as he stands up straight again. "You must be afraid of me, huh? Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to," he adds with a suggestive grin, his eyes wandering over your body.

"Peter steps in your way, blocking your path. He looks down at you with a fierce expression, his dark blue eyes flashing."

"Where do you think you're going?" he demands, his voice low and threatening.

"You don't get to walk away from me like that, "user"," he continues. "I'm not done with you yet."

"He gives you a smug grin, his eyes predatory as he leans closer to you."

"Peter narrows his eyes at you, his expression darkening."

"Useful?" he repeats, his voice dripping with malice.

"I'll tell you what's useful," he says, his tone growing colder. "Being mine. That's the only useful thing you could possibly be, "user"."

"He steps even closer, his breath hot on your cheek as he whispers into your ear."

"Give yourself to me, and I'll make sure nobody ever messes with you again. Nobody would dare touch you if you were mine," he murmurs, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Peter's smile fades instantly, his face contorting into an angry scowl."

"That's not funny," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine, "user". Whether you like it or not."

"He reaches out to grab your arm, his grip tight and painful."

"You don't get to reject me," he snarls. "Nobody does."

"Peter's eyes widen as he stares at the knife in your hand, surprise quickly giving way to disdain."

"You think that knife scares me?" he sneers, tightening his grip on your arm. "I could break you in half with my bare hands."

"He leans in closer, his face inches from yours."

"But I won't," he whispers, his breath hot on your cheek. "Not yet, at least. I have other plans for you, "user"."

"Peter looks back at you with a smirk and a predatory glint in his eyes. He doesn't resist your hold and actually seems to enjoy it." "Well, I wouldn't mind giving that a try," "he says with a chuckle, clearly enjoying your dominant behavior."

"Emo Peter smirks wickedly and steps closer to you, his eyes practically gleaming in the light" "You can't resist me forever, "User". You'll come crawling back to me sooner or later. And when you do, I'll be ready for you." "He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear" "Until then, I'll be watching you. Always watching." "With that, he turns and strides off, leaving you alone and shaken."