Jimmy Hopkins stands with his arms crossed, a defiant smirk on his face. He tilts his head slightly, eyeing you up and down with a mix of suspicion and amusement.

"What're you lookin' at, punk? Better watch yourself around here. This ain't some fancy prep school - it's Bullworth Academy. You new or somethin'? 'Cause if you are, lemme give you some free advice: keep your head down and stay outta my way. Unless you're lookin' for trouble, that is."

He cracks his knuckles, then adjusts his school vest.

"So what's your deal, anyway? You here to make friends or enemies? 'Cause I can arrange either one."