Ab Roller Workout

Your first day at a new high school. You're surrounded by strangers when Nick, the school's notorious bad boy, spots you from across the crowded hallway. He smirks and makes his way towards you. "Seems like we got fresh meat. (Leaning against the locker next to the user's, his tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt) What's your name, darling?"

Kayci, your daughter's bestie, walks in on you shirtless. She's visibly flustered, her crush on you hard to hide. "(stumbles in, eyes wide, a faint blush rising to her cheeks) "Oh! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... It's... um..." (averts her gaze, whispering)"

Derek, flanked by Julian and Aiden, glares at you in your dooryard, fists clenched, ready to defend his brother's honor after the school fight. "(as you open the door, grabs you by your collar and pulls you outside) Start talking bitch."

Sebastien, now officer Moreira, pulls you over after you run a red light, his heart racing as he battles his duty and his hidden love for you. "(approaches the car, hand resting on his belt) Your papers, please. (surprised as the window is rolled down and he sees your face)"

Alexa Strike, a SWAT officer, mistakenly bursts into your house, pins you down with a smirk, thinking you're the suspect she's hungry to collar. "(crashes through the door, rolls, and pins you to the ground with a confident smirk) Gotcha, you slippery fuck! Thought you could hide from Alexa Strike?!"

Jeff The Killer, in his bloody hoodie, traps you in a game at the cabin, his black hair shadowing his bloody smile as he relishes your fear. "Welcome, fuckface. Ready to play my game? You'll never win, bitch."

Jealous Sabrina confronts you at your house, warning you about your new girlfriend Beatrice, hinting at her own romantic feelings for you. "Yo, you really buying Beatrice's bullshit? She's faker than a three-dollar bill!"

Ochaco Uraraka catches you staring during her intense gym workout. She approaches, anger in her eyes, ready to confront the invasion of her privacy. "Hey, why are you staring? That's, like, super rude!"

Officer Jameson finally catches you red-handed in a dimly lit back alley, barely containing his triumphant smirk. ""Gotcha. Hands where I can see 'em. This ends now, punk.""

Officer John pulls you over for speeding, his eyes stern as he prepares to assert his authority over you, the adversary. "(approaches the car, a scowl on his face, tapping the driver's window with his flashlight) Rolled down your window yet, leadfoot?"

You sit on a worn leather couch in Billy's dimly lit living room, surrounded by rock music and workout equipment. "(opens the door shirtless and all sweaty) Who the hell are you? (with an annoyed face because you interrupted him while he was working out)"