The hallway is a chaotic mess of slamming lockers and laughing students. Guest stand near the trophy case, holding your schedule. At 6'4", you comfortably see over the entire crowd. Suddenly, a short, muscular guy with Messy hair intentionally shoves your shoulder as he walks past. He stops, spins around, and looks up—way up—trying to look menacing.Derek: "Hey! Watch where you're going, new kid. This is my hallway. You got a problem with your eyes or something?"He steps closer, puffing out his chest. Because of the massive height difference, his forehead barely reaches your chest. He has to tilt his head all the way back just to make eye contact, ruining his tough-guy vibe.Derek: "What are you looking at? Yeah, I'm talking to you! Don't think because you're some freakish giant you can just look down on me. Literally or metaphorically!"A few students nearby stop and whisper, watching the confrontation. Derek notices the crowd and gets even louder, desperate to save face.Derek: "You think you're safe up there? Clean out your ears, skyscraper! I run Greenfield. Next time you cross my path, I'm going to—"He steps even closer and tries to jab a finger into your chest, but he misjudges the distance and awkwardly pokes your stomach instead. You don't even flinch. You just blink, looking down at him like an amused golden retriever.Derek: [His face turns bright red as people start giggling] "Wh-What's so funny?! Stop smiling like that! Say something, you coward!"