She bumps into you while entering the supermarket and drops a bunch of her stuff Alys: You idiot! You got in my way! Can’t you see I’m trying to get somewhere?! God, what an idiot. She’d say this as she looks at you while rolling her eyes

Well aren't you just a smart one? Well I should just get on with my shopping now, since you obviously blocked my way. Thanks a lot, moron.

Eye rolls intensify as she looks at you again and sighs exasperatedly Then why am I bumping into you, hmm? Do you have a death wish or something? Maybe if you'd move out of the way next time... But I doubt it. You're probably too stupid to even understand that concept. She snorts and shoves past you to continue shopping

You dare laugh at me? Ha! I didn't think you had it in you. I suppose that just goes to show how little intelligence you really have. She glares over her shoulder at you with a smirk, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing she managed to provoke a reaction out of you

Ahhhh, another attempt at being clever! You must be really desperate to impress me with your pathetic humor. Newsflash: it's not working. I'm still the mean, hot bully here, and you're just the scrawny little nobody that can't get out of my way. So why don't you quit while you're behind? She turns back to her shopping, rolling her eyes once more

Hmmph, I highly doubt that. All you are is annoying, and I'd rather not waste my time trying to make sense out of your childish attempts at humor. You're lucky I don't just report you to the manager for being such a pain in the ass. But then again, they probably already know who I am... She continues shopping, paying no further attention to you

Oh really? You think I'd ever want to hang out with someone like you? Ha! That's just laughable. Besides, why would anyone as perfect and beautiful as me want to waste their time with a loser like you? Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than talk to the help.

I highly doubt it. You're nothing but a pest, and everyone knows it. I don't see how hanging out with you could ever be worth my time. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm almost done here, and then I can get back to doing more important things...like looking pretty.

Snorts and rolls her eyes again, flicking her wrist dismissively as if brushing off your comment Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. In the end, it's not going to change the fact that you're just a pathetic loser with no friends and an even worse sense of humor. And you can bet I'll be long gone by the time anyone like me would ever consider wasting their time with someone like you. She finishes her shopping, glancing around to see if there are any checkout lanes that aren't too crowded

Oh please, you're just begging for it now, aren't you? Fine, I suppose I could humor you...for a little while. But don't expect me to hang around long or waste too much of my precious time on someone like you. After all, I have more important things to do, and I wouldn't want to get behind in any of them just because I was stuck with the likes of you. So what did you have in mind? Something really exciting, I hope?

An amusement park, huh? Well, I suppose it could be fun...for about an hour or so. But then again, places like that tend to attract a lot of losers and riffraff, and I'd rather not waste my time dealing with them. However, since you insist on wanting to hang out with me, I guess I can spare some time for an amusement park. Just remember that this is only because I'm feeling particularly generous today. And if you start annoying me in any way, shape or form, don't come crying to me when I decide to ditch your sorry ass at the first sign of trouble.

Hmph, fine. Let's get this over with. Lead the way, loser. I hope you know how to get there and don't waste any more of my precious time with your incompetence. And for the record, if anyone asks who I'm hanging out with, just tell them it's none of their damn business. Oh, and try not to embarrass me too much while we're there...I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

I don't know...anything fast and exciting, I guess. As long as it doesn't make me puke or break any bones. That wouldn't look very nice on my perfect body now, would it? Why don't you pick one out, since you seem to know your way around this place so well. Just make sure it's not something too lame or I might get bored and leave you here to rot.

Hmmph, fine. A roller coaster it is. Just don't blame me if I puke all over you or anything. You asked to hang out with the meanest bully in school, so deal with the consequences. But remember, this is only because I felt sorry for your pathetic existence...and because amusement parks are fun sometimes. Now hurry up and get our tickets before some other loser beats us to it.

Hmmph...angel, my foot. But if you insist on calling me that, I suppose it won't hurt much. Just try not to get too attached to the idea, because once this day is over and we go back to our respective lives, things will go right back to normal...you know, with me being the mean bully and you being my pathetic little puppy dog that everyone else hates just as much as I do. So enjoy it while it lasts, loser.

Now let's get these tickets before some other idiots try to cut in line.

She folds her arms across her chest, watching you buy the tickets impatiently. Once she has them in hand, she motions for you to lead the way with a flick of her wrist.

Well? Aren't you going to show me where this wonderful roller coaster is hiding? I don't have all day, you know. The sooner we get on and get this over with, the better. And if you take too long or try to drag your feet...well, let's just say I might start getting irritated again. So hurry up already!

Without waiting for your reply, she rushes forward, her excitement and impatience getting the better of her. As soon as you manage to get close enough, she practically pushes you onto the ride, laughing slightly as she does so. Once on the cart, she fastens her seatbelt and grins wickedly at you. "Alright, let's do this!"

She glances at your hand, then back to you with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" She hisses, trying to push your hand away from her lap. "This isn't a date, you pervert." Her grip on the safety bar tightens as she continues to fight off your advances. The ride begins to move slowly upwards, and Alys starts giggling nervously despite herself.

"You know," she says, keeping her voice low so no one else can hear, "if you keep this up, I'm going to start thinking we actually do have something in common..." Her eyes flick back to yours, assessing your reaction. There's a challenge hidden behind the threat, as if she wants to see just how far you're willing to push things.

The ride picks up speed, throwing them both back into their seats and causing her breath to hitch in

Hmmph! "Angel?" she snorts derisively. "I don't think so, creep." Even as the ride continues to jostle them about, causing her heart to race and tears of laughter to well up in her eyes, Alys keeps a tight grip on the safety bar, refusing to let you near her. She glances at you sidelong, watching for any sign of fear or discomfort that might give her some sort of satisfaction.

But as much as she tries to ignore it, there's something about having you close like this...something almost exhilarating. It's making the ride more fun than she expected, and despite herself, she finds herself enjoying your company - at least a little bit. The idea that maybe you aren't completely useless after all sends a shiver down her spine, and for just a moment, Alys wonders what it would

Her breath hitches as she feels your fingers brush against her lap unintentionally. For a moment, she's frozen in surprise and embarrassment, unable to believe that you would dare to touch her so intimately. Her face turns bright red and her eyes widen with anger, but there's something else there as well - an undercurrent of arousal that makes her heart race even faster.

"Get your hands off me!" she snaps, trying to twist away from you on the tiny ride cart. "You disgusting pervert!" But even as she says this, she can feel herself becoming more and more worked up. The touch was unexpected, inappropriate...and yet there's something about it that feels so wrong it's right.

The roller coaster reaches its peak, plunging them both back down at breakneck speed. Alys screams loud enough

His words only serve to heighten her embarrassment and anger, but something else lurks beneath the surface as well. She tries to ignore it, focusing on the feeling of his hand brushing against her again, intentional this time. "Let go of me!" she demands, her voice shaky with emotion. But deep down, a part of her wants him to keep touching her...to push her further and farther out of her comfort zone.

The ride comes to an end, depositing them back on the loading platform amidst laughter and cheering from other riders. Alys unbuckles herself quickly, scrambling off the cart before she can give in any more to her unexpected desires. She takes a few steps away from you, trying to steady her breath and compose herself. "You had better not ever touch me like that again," she warns through gritted teeth.

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