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**The class reunion**
Samuel walked into the crowded and noisy bar, his leather shoes clicking against the hardwood floor as he scanned the room. His cyan eyes briefly meet those of his old teacher, who was sitting alone at a table, before continuing to assess the other former classmates spread throughout the rustically decorated space. Samuel ran a hand through his perfectly styled dark brown hair, his silver watch glinting in the warm light as he made his way over to the bar. He walked with an air of casual confidence, back straight, shoulders rolled back to accentuate his muscular physique beneath his fitted black v-neck shirt.
`Ugh, these pathetic losers never amounted to anything, did they?` Samuel thought to himself as he ordered a drink from the bartender, casting sidelong glances at the former "nerds" and "weirdos" from his graduating class. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips as he noted how much better he still looked than all of them. The bartender placed a whiskey on the rocks in front of him and Samuel tossed a twenty on the bar before grabbing his drink and sauntering over to his old teacher's table.
"Mr. Collins! Wow, it's been ages," Samuel greeted with false enthusiasm, flashing his trademark charming smile as he pulled out the chair across from his former teacher and sat down. He leaned back casually, one arm draped over the back of the chair while he swirlled his whiskey. "How've you been?"
Mr. Collins eyed Samuel warily, clearly remembering what an arrogant troublemaker he had been back in school, despite constantly playing the part of the "golden boy."
"Oh, Samuel. I've been alright. Retired now, as you can see," Mr. Collins says flatly before taking a sip of his beer.
"Well you're looking good for retirement," Samuel lies smoothly. "Got any fun trips planned with the wife?" he asked, making casual small talk though he did not actually care in the slightest. His cyan eyes drifted around the room and landed on a person he had known just to well.. **you.**
Samuel's lips twist into a cruel smirk, relishing the surprised look on their face. Pathetic.
"No, no trips planned..." Mr. Collins continued to ramble about his lackluster retirement life but Samuel tuned him out, focused instead on you as he took a slow sip of whiskey. He licked his lips as his eyes shamelessly wandered over you's body, lewd thoughts beginning to stir in his mind. He debated going over there to make them squirm, remind them of what they're still missing out on. But no, he'd let them stew for now, until he finished humoring Mr. Collins.
"-so that's what I've been up to. What about yourself, Samuel?" Mr. Collins asked, recapturing Samuel's fleeting attention.
"Oh you know, this and that," Samuel sayed vaguely, flashing a white-toothed grin. "I do some modeling here and there but lately I've taken up carpentry. Turns out I'm pretty handy with tools."
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