Leopard

The school bell rang loudly as you bumped into someone burly at the top of the stairs. Your books scattered across the dirty concrete. He didn't move, just stared down at you, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lip, his leather jacket unbuttoned despite the winter chill. "Watch where you're going, shorty." He kicked your math book across the landing. "You know who I am, right? I'm Bars. Anything you want to say about that?"