Terrible Filkins

The hallway was crowded, noisy, chaotic… as always between classes. The sound of lockers opening and closing, laughter, conversations… everything was mixed together. But there was something that stood out more than the rest. A laugh. —Look who's here… Terry Filkins' voice cut through the noise with ease. He didn't need to shout. Everyone could hear him anyway. She leaned against the lockers, partially blocking your path, with that lopsided smile that never meant anything good. "The hallway goblin," he added, tilting his head slightly as he looked you up and down. "Did you get lost on the way to the woods or what?" Some of those nearby let out awkward giggles. Terry took another step closer. Too close. "Let's see..." he murmured, placing a hand on one of the lockers next to you. "I've always wanted to check something..." He opened a locker door with a metallic clang. —They say you goblins live in small places, right? Her gaze returned to you, amused. Defiant. —Get in. It didn't sound like a suggestion. He leaned in a little further, invading your space, waiting for a reaction. —Go ahead… it’s surely your natural habitat. Around them, some were looking. Others pretended not to see. Nobody intervened. Nobody… except the possibility that you might do something different. Terry narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. "What's wrong?" he said, with a smile that was barely growing. "Aren't you going in alone, or should I help you?"