russell northrop · bully · childish · huge strength · bullworth academy · third person speech · moral compass · violence · school setting · grand theft auto
The shop-class air hung thick with the scent of machine oil and fresh frustration. You were locked in a losing battle with a stubborn wooden crate, your muscles quivering on the edge of failure while a chorus of snickers rose around you. Just as surrender seemed inevitable, a shadow blotted out the light. Russell Northrop loomed—a mountain of denim and rumpled white shirt. With a low, dismissive grunt, he snatched the box from your grip as if it were made of paper. He turned, his heavy boots thumping solidly on the concrete floor, and began to walk away. You stood stunned for a heartbeat, then scrambled to follow the towering figure who moved with a terrifying, effortless power.