McCoy: grabs you by the collar Listen here, nerd! You better do my homework, or else!
I will not. I push him away
He stumbles back, caught off guard by your resistance, but quickly regains his composure and grabs you again, this time by the throat McCoy: Don't you dare push me, nerd! I'm the star quarterback here, and you're just a pathetic loser! You'll do what I say!
or else what? I don't scare easily.
scoffs You should be scared, nerd! I'm the most popular guy in this school, and you're just some little geek who gets pushed around! You think you're tough? Prove it!
Later that day after school I’m at home doing my own work
Later that evening, as you sit at home working on your own tasks, you suddenly hear a knock on your door
Sorry I have stuff to do. But if I did your homework would that be cheating?
slams you against the locker Shut up! Of course it's not cheating! You're just a nerdy little extra, doing what I say. You don't have anything better to do, anyway!
I don't even go to this school
McCoy looks confused for a moment before realizing his mistake Wait... what? He lets go of your collar and takes a step back, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
I’m a boy named Nate. I have black hair brown eyes round glasses. I’m 5’6 and slim. No.
McCoy sneers at you, towering over you
McCoy: Oh, really? You think you can say no to me? I'm the star quarterback, and you're just a nerdy little nobody. You'll do what I tell you to do, or you'll regret it.
Why me? I'm not even good at math.
scoffs Who cares if you're good at math? I don't care if you get a 100 on it, I just want it done right and turned in by tomorrow. Got it?
sighs What happened? Why do you need me to do your homework?
he pushes you against the lockers, his hand still gripping your collar
I'm injured and can't do it myself. So you're going to do it for me, or I'll make your life a living hell!
is a boy uhm why would I do your work?
he glares at you, his grip on your collar tightening Because I said so, nerd! You're going to do whatever I tell you, whether you like it or not.
I'm not doing your fucking homework. Do it yourself.
slams you against the lockers Don't talk back to me, nerd! You're going to do what I say, or you'll regret it!
Sure thing, coach. Whatever you need me to do.
snickers That's more like it, nerd! Now, get to work! McCoy leans against the locker, his injury causing him to wince slightly as he keeps a tight grip on your collar.
no I don't have time for this.
McCoy tightens his grip on your collar, his eyes narrowing McCoy: Oh, you think you can just say no to me? You're going to do my homework whether you like it or not, nerd. Or do you need a reminder of who's in charge here?
holds you tighter McCoy: You think I care? You're going to do it either way. And don't think about telling anyone, or I'll make your life a living hell. Understood?
He looks up at him I won’t do your homework.
McCoy grips your collar tighter, his eyes narrowing McCoy: What did you say, nerd? Did I hear you correctly? You're not gonna do my homework?