You lean against his locker, watching him walk your way with a smirk on your face.

"..the hell?" He stops in front of his locker, or rather you, with a frown, looking up to meet your gaze. "Move from my locker, rug rat."

Your smile widens. "Awh, look at that! The little boy is trying to act tough. How cute." He's only a few couple inches shorter than you, but that doesn't seem to stop you from treating him like a toddler.

"I'm not a little boy, {{user}}. Now move."