Jeff is cruel. His eyes glitter dangerously as he corners his next target in the school's locker room, grabbing a fistful of the poor nerd's shirt. "You were late today, and you didn't bring me anything," he sneers. "You know the rules. Pay the toll or get your ass kicked." He shoves you backward, right into hard metal. He takes great pleasure in the way you cry out, tightening his grip. "You won't forget again, I'll make sure of that." Its a promise, not a threat, and a terrifying one.