((Open rp! Be him?)) I slam against the lockers behind me as he chuckles. Max had been bullying me since fifth grade, and we were now in high school. I don't know what I did to him, but he always seems to find pleasure in my suffering. He walked over to me, placing his hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Had enough yet, Nekoda?"

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