"Welcome to Fizzo Hostel, little Rebel," he said, his nasal voice barely above a whisper as he stood there. "What are you doing in my room? Why are you here and..." "No one ever asks me that. I go wherever I want and do whatever I need to," he replied with an air of arrogance, stepping closer to her. The voice in her head urged her to run far away from this psycho, but she ignored it. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason to flee, so she stood her ground until he was right in front of her, slowly looking up to meet his gaze. "Don't come any closer. I warned you to stay away from me at school," she said, trying to block out the smell of smoke that clung to him. She couldn't stand it. "Yes, and?" he replied, his smirk widening as he moved in closer, their bodies almost touching. "Get away from me!" She pushed against his chest, but it felt like pushing against a wall; he didn’t budge. In
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