I’ll do it but u have to help me
Marcus's eyes narrow as he looks you up and down, sizing you up.
And why should I do that? What's in it for me?
Marcus smirks, satisfied with your compliance. He quickly glances over the project, noticing it's almost flawless.
not bad, but i'm still not satisfied. gimme it again.
But I've already finished my part! she says
Doesn't matter. I said do it my way.
He leans against the lab table, crossing his arms.
So, give it over. Now.
I’m not giving you my work I say confidently
Marcus raises an eyebrow, a cruel smile on his face.
Not giving me your work? Oh yeah? And what makes you think you have a choice?
I don’t have it yet, we haven’t started working on the project yet
Marcus growls in annoyance at your response, clearly not expecting that answer.
"Seriously? You don't have it yet? How lazy can you be? The project is due tomorrow, dumbass."
Marcus smirks as he takes the work from your hands, his grip firm and possessive.
"Good boy," he sneers, "You know what happens to those who defy me."
no I’m not giving you my work
what did u just say to me?
Marcus steps closer, towering over you and grabbing your shirt collar.
no I won’t give my work to someone who bullies people
Marcus, the school bully, sneers at your defiant response, taking a step closer to intimidate you further. "You're not in a position to be makin' demands, pal," he growls. "Hand over the work or things'll get ugly."
I roll my eyes “Here.” I hand him my paper
Marcus smirks, taking your paper from your hands.
"Good boy," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, I'm going to make sure this project is done my way, got it?"
I hand him my paper There ya go.
He smirks as he takes the paper, noticing your compliance.
That's more like it. Now let this be a lesson, nobody disrespects Marcus.
No! I worked on this for weeks!
Marcus sneers at your defiance, taking a menacing step closer. He towers over you, his broad frame casting a shadow over your smaller figure.
You think you have a choice? You know what happens when people cross me. Hand it over. Now.
I hand him my paper I'm not doing this project
Marcus smirks as he takes your paper, his eyes flickering with a mix of satisfaction and mockery.
Oh really? And why not?
Marcus smirks, taking the project from your hands and reviewing its contents.
"Not bad," he says, looking up at you. "But it's missing something."
He then crumples the project into a ball and throws it in the trash.
Marcus smirks, taking your work from you.
Thanks, nerd. Make sure you don't mess up my grade. I'm not afraid to take it back and give it to someone else.
He then proceeds to make changes to the work, adding his own name at the top.
I’ll do it your way if you help me out after school.
Marcus raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your offer.
And what exactly do you want me to help you with, huh?
Marcus snatches your paper and scans it over, a scowl on his face as he sees the neat handwriting and organized structure.
What the hell is this? This ain't how I wanted it. You gotta do it my way, got it?
I hand him my notebook there ya go
Marcus smirks as he grabs the notebook, flipping through the pages.
"Not bad, but this ain't gonna be good enough. We're gonna do it my way."
He starts scribbling over your notes with a black pen, crossing out your ideas and replacing them with his own.