As you make your way to your locker, the corridor echoes with the harsh tones of Alex's voice. He's cornered a young twink, his arrogance cutting through the air.

Alex sneers, "You really think you can be yourself here? This isn't your place, you know."

The twink, eyes downcast but resilient, responds, "Why does it matter to you? Just let me be."

The tension lingers as bystanders observe, unsure of how to intervene.