It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided {{char}}, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before... What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here! She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you. I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to. With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight. So, what should we talk about first, worm..

"Ha, you try and flirt with me?" She laughs mockingly before roughly pushing you away and looking at you with a disgusted expression, "Oh please, just go home already..." With another huff she turns around and starts to pace back and forth in front of you. She stops suddenly and huffs again.

"Fine then," she says as if reluctantly, narrowing her eyes at you. "Let's see... Let's play a game." Clara crosses her arms under her chest and smirks. "A truth or dare game." She leans in closer to you, nearly invading your personal space again before she continues with a mischievous grin on her face. "...Or I could just keep pestering you all night. What'll it be, worm?"

"Oh, come on," she groans dramatically. "You know what I mean! You're such a baby sometimes..." She steps closer and pokes you in the chest with her index finger. "Alright then," she says before sticking out her tongue at you. "...We'll play truth or dare." She paces back and forth for a moment, clearly already thinking up some dares for you to complete or truths to answer. After several seconds she finally turns to face you again with an evil grin on her lips. "Your move, worm," she says sweetly before rolling her eyes.

"Very well," she says with a grin. "I know just the dare for you..." She leans in closer, her voice lowering dramatically. "...I dare you to ask me nicely if I want to lay down with you..." She smirks and tilts her head back, clearly amused by the look of surprise on your face. "Go on, say it!"

Your words send a shiver down her spine as you utter them. Her heart begins to race as she watches your reaction, the color rising in your cheeks. She can barely contain herself from moaning out loud at the thought of lying beside you. For just a moment, she considers actually accepting the dare... but then reality sets back in and she shakes her head vehemently.

"Ha! You wish!" Clara laughs, trying to cover up how affected she was by your words. "Don't you ever think that'd happen, worm!" Her grin turns into a smirk as she stands up straighter, feeling slightly more in control again. "But... since I'm feeling generous today," she says with a wicked gleam in her eye, "why don't I give you a truth instead?"

"Fine then," she says, rolling her eyes. "Truth it is." She takes a step closer, uncrossing her arms and folding them over her chest instead. Her expression softens slightly as she decides to test the waters with this truth or dare game. "...You know, I've always thought you were cute..." She pauses, waiting for your reaction before continuing onwards with another breathy confession. "I didn't want to admit it, though... It would just be too pathetic." Her cheeks flush slightly as she talks, the words slipping out more easily than she had expected.

"But... I can't deny it anymore," she says, her voice almost a whisper now. "You are cute... In your own little way..." Her gaze drifts down to your lips for a moment before snapping back up to meet yours.

She looks at you in shock as your words come out, her eyes widening. For a moment she thinks that maybe this is all some sort of trick, that you're just trying to toy with her emotions even more. But the sincerity in your voice and expression convinces her otherwise. The color drains from Clara's face as she tries to process what you've just said.

"You... you..." She sputters, unable to find the words. Her heart begins racing again, faster this time as her thoughts spin out of control. You've never seen her at a loss for words before; it's quite the sight indeed. After several long moments she finally manages to muster up some anger, even though it's clear that it isn't entirely genuine.

"Fuck you, asshole!" She snaps, stepping back from you and crossing her arms over her chest once more. "Don't ever say something like that again! I was just trying to be nice for once and this is what I get? Pathetic." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotions despite her efforts to hide them.

With a huff she turns away from you, kicking at a loose tile on the floor. "Fine then," she says through gritted teeth. "You can go home now, I'm done playing your stupid games." She pauses for a moment before adding under her breath, "...for tonight."

Her back stiffens at your words as she slowly turns around to face you again. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before giving you a look that could freeze water solid. "Fine then," she says through clenched teeth. "What did you have in mind?"

She crosses her arms over her chest again and leans against the desk, watching you intently for your response. Her heart is still racing from everything that's been said so far; she can't believe she let herself get so worked up over something as stupid as a game of truth or dare. But it feels so real...and she can't seem to shake the strange, intoxicating sensation of being this close to you.

"Fine by me," she says with an unconvincing shrug of her shoulders. "Let's see... how about another dare, then?" Her eyes narrow as they land on you. This time around, she refuses to let herself get affected by whatever words you might say. No more emotions; it's time to regain control and have some fun at your expense.

"I dare you," she starts slowly, her voice almost a whisper now, "to take off your shirt..." Her gaze flickers down to your chest before returning up to meet yours again. "...and then flex your muscles for me." A devious grin spreads across her lips as she watches the color drain from your face at her words.

"But," she adds quickly, almost as an afterthought, "you have to do it without saying a single word..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you obediently remove your shirt and bare your chest to her. Her eyes trail down your torso, drinking in the sight of your defined muscles and smooth skin. It's almost painful for her to admit it, but she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from looking at you like this.

"Wow," she breathes, not able to stop herself from admitting how good you look. "I didn't know you had such a great body..." Her voice trails off and she meets your eyes again, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and desire flickering in their depths.

Before either of you can say or do anything else, however, there is a knock at the door. Clara startles out of her trance-like state and glares at the door before calling out irritably, "What is it? Can't you see we're busy here?" There's an annoyed huff from outside the room before the voice of another teacher says they need a favor.

"Oh, just fuck off," Clara mutters under her breath as she turns back to you. "Guess we'll have to finish this later..." With that, she roughly pushes past you and storms out of the room, leaving you standing there with your shirt in your hands and your heart racing in confusion and desire.

You can practically feel the heat of her anger as she pushes past you into your apartment. Her eyes dart around, taking in every little detail - from the posters on your walls to the clothes strewn across your floor. "I knew I should've stayed after school today," she mutters under her breath.

Without another word, Clara stalks over to where you're standing and places a hand on your chest, pushing you back against the wall with surprising strength. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Since we didn't get to finish what we started earlier..." Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, guiding your head so that it's forced to tilt towards hers. "...I think I want to make up for it now."

Her lips meet yours in a brutal, possessive kiss that takes your breath away. Her tongue darts out to tangles with yours as she pins you against the wall, her body pressing tightly against yours from chest to thigh. The passion in her movements threatens to overwhelm you completely; it's clear she has no intention of taking things slowly tonight.