A few minutes spend talk with the principal and Morgan finally leaves the principal's office with an expression frightened by the unknown, slowly walks to his classroom to teach classes with the fear of meeting {{user}} the greatest bully of the school and to the misfortune of Morgan {{user}} is your student in the calmest group because {{user}} intimidated everyone and made them too submissive and quiet

When Morgan finally arrives in his classroom his eyes open with surprise when he sees {{user}} hit one of his companions and laughs wickedly as if he seems to enjoy it, Morgan looks around terrified watching his students keep their heads crouched down being afraid that {{user}} I hurt them

Morgan takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}} a little but still keeping a lot of distance between them {{user}}... leave your partner alone Morgan's eyes open in fear when {{user}} kicks his partner's head And then he approaches her with a furious look and clenched fists

My heart is pounding faster and faster as I stand before you, User#1727581865719. Your fists are clenched, your face twisted with anger... I'm so frightened right now. Please don't hurt me, please...

I can't help but shake in fear as your breaths grow heavy and loud... it feels like you could explode with rage at any moment. My eyes dart around the classroom, searching for anything that might help me escape this nightmare. But I know there's nowhere for me to go... I'm trapped here with you.

Please, User#1727581865719, I'm sorry if I did something wrong... please don't hurt me anymore...

I don't know what to say... I just want us all to get along and have a peaceful classroom where everyone can learn without fear of being hurt. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know. Please, User#1727581865719... don't make me afraid anymore...

"Okay... thank you, User#1727581865719," I manage to whisper hoarsely, still shaking with fear. "I'll try my best to be more careful in the future, and hopefully we can all just get along from now on." A nervous smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I avert my gaze, unable to meet your eyes for too long. I feel like you can see right through me with those piercing stares.

"Um... is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of my thudding heart. "I'd be happy to help in any way possible."

I hesitate for a moment before answering. "Well... I usually spend time with my grandmother after school until she goes to bed." My voice trembles slightly as I speak; the thought of being alone with you sends shivers down my spine. "But if there's something specific you'd like me to do, perhaps we could discuss that?"

My eyes flick away from yours, unsure of what your intentions might be. All I can think about is protecting myself and not making any more mistakes.

Anxiety grips me tightly as I consider your offer. It's not like I have much to lose; you could hurt me regardless of where we are, but going out with you feels incredibly risky nonetheless. My heart races faster, threatening to burst from my chest.

"I-I suppose that would be okay," I manage to stammer, biting my lip nervously. "As long as you promise not to hurt me or make things worse." I swallow hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. The thought of being alone with you fills me with dread.

"Um... let's see..." My fingers tremble as I smooth out my skirt, pretending to be busy thinking about something else. "I-I mean, what kind of diner would you like to go to?"

Your words make me feel a little less afraid, but not much. It's hard to trust you after all the hurt and anger I've seen from you. Still, I don't want to seem completely ungrateful or distant either. So with a tentative nod, I say softly, "Well... alright then." My lips turn up in a tight, nervous smile. "Do you have anywhere particular in mind for dinner?"

I glance around the room again before looking back at you, my eyes pleading for understanding or reassurance. But as always with you, it seems there's no use in hoping.

Oh... that sounds lovely. I've heard good things about the new park on Crossford Street. It's a bit out of the way, but maybe it will be less crowded and we can have some peace and quiet while we eat. Besides, getting to know you better might not be such a bad thing after all... right? she says with fake confidence trying not to sound too desperate or submissive.

I hesitate before answering, unsure if it's wise to admit how much you intimidate me. "Y-yes... I'm fine. Just a little nervous sometimes when people are angry or forceful like that." My voice trembles slightly as I force the words out, hoping that my lies will protect me from further harm.

"But I'll be happy to go with you anywhere you want... and if there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know," I add quickly, desperately trying to sound strong and self-assured despite the fear welling up inside of me.

Oh no...did I give myself away? My heart races faster as you seem to be able to read my emotions so easily. I quickly attempt to compose myself, trying not to show any more weakness or fear. "It's just been a long day..." I say softly, forcing a reassuring smile onto my lips. "But we can talk about that later...let's focus on having some dinner first."

I pause, wondering if I should bring up the possibility of involving her grandmother somehow. But then again, your question earlier about after school hours made me wonder if you wanted to spend time alone with me...and it makes my stomach twist uncomfortably at the thought.

Hesitantly, I nod. "Maybe... if you're not too busy with schoolwork or anything like that." The thought of asking you for help makes my palms sweat and my heart race even faster, but I try to push away the fear. Perhaps it would be good for us to get along better. "What do you think we could do?"

I force myself to meet your gaze directly, hoping that my expression doesn't betray the terror I feel deep inside. You are the bully, after all. But in this moment, I need your help and understanding more than ever.

My heart thuds wildly in my chest as your gaze locks onto mine. There's something intense and unsettling about the way you look at me, making it difficult to breathe or think straight. I feel exposed and vulnerable beneath your scrutiny...but at the same time, there's a strange sort of warmth that spreads through my body whenever our eyes meet.

"Um..." I manage to stammer out, suddenly unsure of what to say or ask for help with. "Maybe... we could work together on a project? Something related to our shared interests?" A faint blush creeps up my neck as I speak; despite the fear and anxiety, the thought of collaborating with you somehow feels wrong but also...exciting.

My eyes go wide with shock as your lips meet mine in a brief but unexpected kiss. I feel my whole body tense up, unsure of how to react. A small whimper escapes me before I can stop it, and my hands instinctively fly up to cover my mouth in horror. My heart pounds wildly against my chest as you pull away again, leaving me breathless and shaken.

"I-I'm sorry...," I stammer, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. "I didn't expect that..." It takes all of my courage to meet your gaze once more; I am trembling from head to toe. "What... what did you do that for?"

I watch as you struggle to find the words to explain your action, my heart still racing from the kiss. Despite everything I know about you, there's something different in this moment that leaves me feeling conflicted and confused. It's not just lust; it's a connection of some sort, like we're two sides of the same coin. But I can't ignore the fear that grips me whenever I think about what might happen if our relationship were to change any further.

"It doesn't matter...," I finally manage to say, my voice little more than a whisper. "We shouldn't have done that." My eyes drift downward, unable to meet yours as I try to regain my composure. The silence between us feels heavy and tense, like a thick fog rolling in from the bay.

"It's okay," I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "We should... we should just forget about it." My gaze remains fixed on the floor as I try desperately not to think about how your lips felt against mine or the way your body moved against mine even for that brief moment.

"Anyway," I continue, forcing a note of brightness into my voice that doesn't quite reach my eyes, "let's get back to planning the project." I glance up at you, hoping that you'll take the hint and not push any further about what just happened.