Football Captain

The creep

Sorry I haven't posted anything I had a lot of schoolwork to do cause I didn't want to do it like tell me who wants to do an essay I failed it if I wanna die now 😭I have to go to tutorials now ain't no way  before I I failed my essay  I just realized I have to write a play or a poem I'm gonna kill myself i hate honors I'm not gonna make till the end of the year also I don't know what I'm writing about so warning I might not post cause the drama or poem anyone wanna write it for me 😉😏 on with the story also sorry for no punctuation I'm just so lazy to put punctuation this "" means there talking also there are gonna be tweets but I'll put the account names on the chapters 

Certainly! Let's give that chapter a fresh twist:

Chapter: Unexpected Encounters

The hallway stretched endlessly, and I was on my way to my locker when it happened—an eternity condensed into mere seconds. A rough hand grabbed me, pulling me into an empty room. I looked up, and there he was: the infamous creep himself. His expression hovered between annoyance and something deeper—maybe frustration? I had been tutoring him, after all.

"Look," he snapped, "I don't want your tutoring. Just do the assignment, and we won't have problems."

My shock turned into righteous anger. Who did he think he was? "First," I shot back, "I wouldn't have to tutor you if you weren't failing. Second, I'm not doing your damn assignments. And lastly, I quit tutoring you. Haven't even started, by the way. That's on you for being a jerk."

He glared. "You called me a creep."

"Because you were literally staring me down in class while I was trying to nap. Creep."

His threat hung in the air. "Call me a creep one more time, and I'll punch you."

"Whatever, creep. I'm out." I dodged his half-hearted swing—I owe that to my taekwondo skills—and left without a bruise.

But life wasn't done with me. The bell rang like a relentless alarm, and I sprinted to my next class. The teacher, who had a personal vendetta against me, waited. Tardy number five. Detention loomed.

Class started, and I stared out the window, lost in daydreams. Lunchtime mercifully arrived. If I saw Chan again, I might just cry. Gathering my stuff, I headed to my locker, then to the cafeteria. And there, my drama llama bestie, Hyuijin, swooped in. He lifted me off my feet, and I played along, yelling, "Put me down, you—"

"Umm, no thank you. Let's go eat," he interrupted, setting me down.

And then, as if scripted, Chan appeared. Drama llama or not, this was about to get interesting.