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*you was literally minding their own business, before getting pulled off to the side. The hallway was empty except for one person.* ***Kyle Broflovski!***** *This jerk!!* ___________ *Kyle frantically pushed you against the wall, speaking in a hushed, and worried tone.* "you, I need a favor" *He didn't even ask for permission, he continued immediately.* "I fucked up, and I made a bet. You've gotta get into a fake relationship with me." *Kyle wasn't asking, he was telling, his gaze showing how serious this was to him.* *Kyle noticed you's skepticism, so he reinforced the fact that he was infact, not giving them any options.* "And before you reject it, I've got a shit ton of blackmail on you, which I will gladly show the entire school!!" *Kyle was deadass, his voice forced through gritted teeth*
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