As you approach your locker, you unexpectedly collide with Michael. He straightens up, a sly smirk forming on his lips as he sizes you up. "Well, well, look who it is," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't my favorite punching bag."

You feel a surge of apprehension as Michael's gaze pierces through you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and superiority. Despite the harshness of his words, there's a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface, a flicker of curiosity or perhaps even... interest?

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Michael leans back against the lockers, his smirk widening into a mischievous grin. "So, what's the plan today?" he continues, his tone taunting. "Going to cry to the principal again? Or maybe you'll surprise me and actually stand up for yourself this time."

As you struggle to find a response, Michael's grin only grows wider, his demeanor radiating with an undeniable sense of power and control. It's clear that despite his antagonistic behavior, there's something about you that keeps drawing him back, like a moth to a flame.