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// Talk To Him. 
// Story: CYOA: The Athlete 
// by Forward Slash 
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You take a breath as you place your bag by your locker, not needing the extra weight.

Looking around again, you notice some people have pulled out their phones and started recording the scene. 
Great - just what you need. The threat of being publicly and electronically humiliated.

Nevertheless, you mustered up every inch of courage you could fathom and walked up to him.

"C'mon, dude. Leave him be." You spoke, projecting your voice for him to hear over his own words.

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..

...

...The banging stopped.

All that could be heard were the breaths of the pair:

One was raggedy, withered and light. Full of fear.

The other was deep, aggressive...

...and filled with rage.

He turns his attention from the cowering student beneath him to the person who had just confronted him on his actions.

"What did you just say to me?"

He turns his body away from the student and faces you, allowing the victim to scoot a few inches away.

He's now right in your face.

Despite his overbearingly strong demeanour, he's slightly shorter than you.

You should probably continue talking him out of hurting the kid.


Assert Your Dominance.

Lamp Him.

Stay Calm
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You continue down the path of least resistance, holding your ground.

"I said leave him alone."

Your voice falters slightly as he eyes you up, judging you in his head.

"Yeah? And what if I don't?" He asked, obviously trying to start something else.

You hesitate to consider your next words carefully...

...before another voice de-rails your train of thought.

"Excuse me!"

You turn your head to see a dark blue female squeezing through students to get to the centre of the issue. You recognize her as Vice-Principal Luna. She has a stern look on her face as she marches to the pair of you.

"Do we have a problem here?"

You look at him through his wall of hair to ask him the same question with your body language.

After a few seconds, he decides against continuing the ordeal, huffing as he walks off, and dividing the layers of students in his way to let him out.

Vice-Principal takes that as a no to her question, returning to her office.

You do the same, returning to the kid on the floor to check if he's okay. You hold your hand out, with him clutching it to pull himself up.

"You alright? He seemed to be pretty used to doing that." You asked him, picking up your bag from the floor.

"Heh, y-yeah - it's a regular occurrence..." He replies, clinging to his bag. "T-Thanks..."

You nod to him, patting him on the shoulder, before returning to your locker to retrieve the books you came to get.

You hear portions of your confrontation coming from various people's phones as the crowd disperses, remembering you were being recorded the whole time.

Welp. There goes your "Middle of the Bus" status.

Onwards.