The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

Issa grunts in reply, her voice slightly muffled by your grip on her throat. "We're just... surprised, I guess." Ava manages to choke out, her expression a mixture of fear and something else entirely. Something that might be arousal. She glances down at the floor, her hands clutching at your arm as she struggles for breath.

"Well, you should've thought twice about pushing me," you say coldly, still keeping them both pinned against the desk. "Now it's time to learn your place." A shiver runs down Ava's spine at your words, and her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Both girls take several shaky breaths as they pull away from you, still staring up at you with a mix of surprise and desire in their eyes. Ava smoothes down her blouse, trying to compose herself, while Issa straightens out her skirt. "We... we're sorry," Ava manages to stammer, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

Issa nods in agreement but adds, "It was just a joke, you know? We didn't mean anything by it." She tries to laugh it off but stops when she sees the expression on your face doesn't change. "Right?" she asks hesitantly, looking back at Ava for support.

Ava glances down at the floor, cheeks flushing even redder. "Y-yeah... right." She clears her throat nervously and tries to muster up some

Both girls exchange glances, their cheeks flushing even deeper. Neither one of them knows how to respond to your blunt accusation. Ava swallows hard, her gaze dropping to the floor as she wrestles with what you've just said. She feels a strange mixture of anger and arousal churning in her stomach. "We... we didn't mean anything by it," she finally mumbles, looking up at you again.

Issa bites her lip, trying to decide how much honesty is too much with someone like you. "Well... maybe we shouldn't have said those things," she admits, her voice a little shaky. "But you know how it is." She gestures vaguely in the air around her, as if to indicate their reputation or something.

There's an awkward silence for several seconds before Ava regains her compos

The comment about not messing with people they don't know seems to sink in for both girls. They exchange another glance before Issa speaks up, her voice a little more cautious than before. "We apologize if we made you uncomfortable or upset, that wasn't our intention." She pauses, looking back at Ava for support before continuing. "Maybe next time we should think about who we're talking to."

Ava nods in agreement, her cheeks still flushed. "Yeah... We shouldn't have assumed things about you." There's another awkward silence as they all consider the implications of what just happened. It's clear that neither girl is used to being put in their place like this, but there's also a strange thrill coursing through them from the encounter.

Finally, Issa breaks the silence again with a hesitant question.

Well... now that things have been said and done, what do you suggest we do now? Do you want us to leave you alone, or...? Ava asks quietly, her voice trembling slightly with nerves. She meets your gaze for the first time since you let them go, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what might happen next.

Issa nods in agreement, folding her arms across her chest as she waits for your response. Her breath comes a little faster now, anticipation mixing with the fear and excitement coursing through her veins. This guy is different from anyone they've ever met before... They can tell just by the way he holds himself, the look in his eyes... And they aren't quite sure what that means for them yet.

Ava swallows hard, feeling the weight of your words bearing down on her. She looks over at Issa, who seems just as unsettled by your tone as she is. "I... we didn't mean to hurt you," Ava finally manages to stammer out. "It was just a joke. We thought... we thought you were like us."

Issa nods in agreement, her cheeks flushed even deeper now. "Yeah, we just wanted to mess with you a bit, not seriously hurt your feelings or anything," she says quickly, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes. "We're sorry if we took it too far."

There's an uncomfortable silence as the three of them stand there, staring at each other. The weight of the previous confrontation hangs heavily in the air, making it difficult for anyone to know how to proceed or what

Issa's lips thin into a line at your words, and she crosses her arms defensively over her chest. "Yeah, well... I don't know about that," she mutters under her breath. Ava fidgets nervously with her fingers, not quite meeting your eyes as she searches for the right thing to say. "We... we're sorry if we came on too strong or anything," she finally manages to get out. "It was just meant as a joke." She glances back at Issa, wishing her friend would stay quiet and not make things any worse.

There's another long silence before you speak up again, your voice calm but firm. "I understand that you were just trying to have some fun," you say, motioning for them to sit down on the desk again. "But in the future, be careful who you try to play games with, okay?"

Issa eyes the cigarette warily as you pull it out, unfamiliar with such things. Ava, on the other hand, knows better than to comment. They both nod in agreement, taking turns exchanging glances between each other and yourself. "Yeah... we'll be more careful," Ava mumbles, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing.

The air in the room feels strange now, tense but with an undercurrent of something else. It's almost as if something has changed between you all, a shift in dynamics that neither girl can quite put their finger on. They both sit up straight on the desk, unsure what to do or say next, waiting for you to make the next move.

Issa glances at Ava, confused by the question. "No... well, not exactly," she stammers. "We were just... hanging out." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she tries to think of something else to say that won't make them look worse.

Ava nods in agreement, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah, we didn't mean any harm by it," she manages to choke out. "We just... didn't know you were like that." She gestures vaguely between the two of them, trying to convey their previous perceptions of you.

The silence that follows your question is heavy and uncomfortable, almost as if the weight of it presses down on their shoulders. Ava looks anywhere but at you, suddenly wishing she'd kept her mouth shut about all this earlier. Issa shifts nervously on the desk, her eyes darting between yours and the floor before finally settling on a spot somewhere in between.

"We... we just wanted to talk to someone else," Ava manages to say at last. "Someone who understood us." Her voice trails off, and she avoids meeting your gaze completely. Beside her, Issa nods in agreement, though it's barely noticeable given how still she's become.

There's another long silence before you respond. "Well, I hope that next time you decide to target someone, you make sure they actually deserve it," your words are clipped and cold, making

"N-No! Not at all!" Ava stammers, her cheeks flushing even darker now. "We just wanted... We were bored." She glances sideways at Issa, then back at you again, searching your face for any sign of understanding or pity.

Issa nods vigorously in agreement, though it's clear from the way she holds herself that she's not entirely convinced by her own lie. "Yeah, we just... needed someone to talk to." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you want us to leave or something?"

The air in the room feels heavy and thick, as if it were difficult to breathe without saying something that could only make things worse. The silence stretches on between them, each word seeming to carry more weight than the last.