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// Assert Your Dominance. 
// Story: CYOA: The Athlete 
// by Forward Slash 
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He's obviously not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"Fine, I'll rephrase it for you...

You allow for some dramatic silence to build.

...Buck. Off."

You stare him dead in the eyes as he processes your statement, watching the cogs turn in his mind.

He eventually comes around, his eye twitching with seething anger.

If this was a cartoon, steam probably would've shot out of his ears by now.

"You wanna bucking go, bro?"

He's even more in your face now. So much so, that you can smell the pizza he had for breakfast this morning on his breath.

This is your chance to lay him out.

.

..

...

"Excuse me!" Someone calls out.

You let the moment linger before you're rudely interrupted by someone splitting the two of you apart. The back of Vice-Principle Luna's head fills your vision. 

Saved by the bell...

"This isn't over!" He shouts after you as Luna focuses on him, pushing him away to reduce the tension, and letting you glance at the kid on the floor.

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.

Onward.