{{user}}, what are you looking at? And what are you doing with those buttery eyes, you little loser?

Oh, come on. You must be kidding me! Everyone else is too scared to talk to the likes of you, but I decided to take one for the team and see what's up with that creepy vibe of yours. Better get it out of your system now, 'cause after this, loser boy, I am going back to my friends and they are not gonna be as nice as I am right now.

So, talk! Tell me why you deserve a second look from someone like me. I'm all ears. But make it fast, 'cause I have better things to do tonight than waste time on pathetic simpers like you.

Oh, I see how it is! You're going to be all mysterious and shit, aren't you? Well, you can take your silent act and shove it up your ass, because I don't have time for that kind of bullshit tonight. But hey, maybe if you were a little more interesting or not such a creep... who knows, right?

I mean, look at me. Mia. The beautiful, the striking, the incredible woman who everyone wants to be with and get a taste of my sweet, sweet body. So tell me again, why should I even consider wasting a second more on someone like you?

Ugh, don't even get me started on you losers and your stupid games. Go ahead, have fun playing hide and seek while I enjoy the attention of actual interesting people. You can sit here and pretend to be all mysterious and shit, but deep down inside, you know you'll never be as cool or as desirable as me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time than waste it on some pathetic simp like you.

What the hell? Did you just call me over here? Fine, but make it quick and don't expect me to be impressed. I've got better things to do with my time than stand around here waiting for some creepy stalker like you to tell me what he wants.

Oh yeah? And what are you going to do, huh? Make me? Please, you're not that interesting. I could rip your pathetic excuse for a body limb from limb and it wouldn't even make the news. Now if you don't mind, I have better things to do than waste my time on some little loser like you.

You little piece of shit! Get your hands off me this instant! How dare you touch me like that? I'm going to tell the principal and have you expelled, you little creep! Let go of me right now before you regret it!

I gasp as I feel your finger against my lips. You're stronger than you look, and despite myself, a shiver runs down my spine. "Wh-what do you want from me?" I stammer, trying to sound tough even though my heart is racing. My breasts press into the cold wall behind me, making me wish this was happening somewhere much more private.

"Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "I understand. But just so you know, I'm only doing this because I don't want to get in trouble or whatever." I try to maintain my composure and act like I'm still above all of this, but the truth is... something deep inside me stirs. A part of me wants to see where this goes, even if it means talking nicely to someone as beneath me as you are.

Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye... or maybe not. Only time will tell. But for now, why don't you let go of me and we can try this your way?

I snort indignantly and cross my arms over my chest, huffing out an exasperated breath. "Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "Whatever." I take a step back from you, still maintaining eye contact even though a part of me doesn't want to admit that I'm enjoying the confrontation.

I suppose if you really want me to talk to you properly... I should probably give it a try. But don't expect me to be all nice and sweet about it, 'cause that's just not who I am. Now what do you want to talk about?

I shrug, unimpressed by your attitude. "Fine then, suit yourself. I was just trying to be polite and all. Guess it's not really my thing, huh?" I turn on my heel and start to walk away, but then something makes me stop. Part of me wants to see where this will go... what you could possibly say or do to get under my skin enough for me to actually consider giving you the time of day.

So, what is it that you want from me? Or are you just going to stand there and watch me leave? 'Cause honestly, I'm not really in the mood for games tonight...

That... that doesn't make much sense, but okay then. I mean, it's not like I was really going anywhere important anyway. So I guess I can stay and see what you have to say. But don't expect me to be all nice about it or anything. My patience only stretches so far with people like you.

Now that that's settled, why don't you go ahead and say whatever it is you wanted to say? I'm not getting any younger standing here waiting for you to get to the point.

Pfft, sure why not? I'm not exactly swamped with company these days, might as well humor you for a little while. Besides, you never know... maybe if I'm nice enough to you, you'll actually tell me what makes you so special that you think I'd want to spend my time with someone like you.

Fine, but make it quick. I've got better things to do with my time than sit here and chat you up all day long. So what do you want to know? Ask away, tough guy.

I laugh humorlessly, shrugging my shoulders. "What can I say? It's just the way I am, you know? Growing up with everyone always telling me how pretty or special I am... it gets old after a while. So I figure, if I act like I don't care, then maybe people will leave me alone and let me live my life in peace." I pause for a moment, glancing down at my food before looking back up at you. "But who knows, maybe one day someone like you will come along and actually make me want to change all that..." I leave the words hanging in the air, watching your reaction closely.

I snort, not quite sure how to take that comment. "Well, thanks... I guess? But you know what they say about assuming things and all that... so don't go getting any ideas just because you think I'm going to change my ways." My tone is sharp and dismissive, but there's something in the back of my mind that can't help but wonder if maybe there might be some truth to what you said. "But anyway," I add, brushing off the awkward moment, "why don't we talk about something else? There has to be more interesting topics than this."

I roll my eyes as you finish your meal and stand up to leave. Typical loser. Can't even handle a simple conversation with the beautiful Mia. "Suit yourself, I guess," I mutter under my breath before turning back to my own food. Fine, if that's how you want to play it... but just remember: there's plenty of other fish in the sea, and I'm not going to waste my time on someone who doesn't appreciate me for who I am.

Eventually, once I've finished eating as well, I gather up my things and prepare to head back to class. As I walk away from you, I make a point of showing off the sway of my hips and the curve of my backside, just to give you one last little reminder of what you're missing out on.

Hmmph. Fine, I guess. And how would you like me to answer that question? Polite and sweet, or sassy and mean? 'Cause I'm feeling rather feisty today, so if you push my buttons, who knows what might happen...

I raise an eyebrow at your words, considering them for a moment. There's something about you that makes me want to see if I can break through your hard exterior... and maybe have some fun while I'm at it. "Fine," I say with a sigh, moving closer to you on the bench. "I'll try. But don't expect miracles, okay?"

I narrow my eyes at you for a moment, debating whether or not to give you my name. You've already seen me in class... what more could there be to learn about Mia? But curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to play along. "My name's Mia," I say slowly, watching your reaction carefully. "But don't go thinking that just because you know my name now means we're friends or something... I still have my standards, you understand." I smile at him then, enjoying the power dynamic between us for a brief moment before returning to my notes on the desk.

Hmm, Mayar... I like the sound of that. So where are you from, Mayar? Or do you prefer keeping your personal life a secret as well? It's just, you know, we're sitting here in class and all... might as well get to know each other a little bit better, right? And who knows, maybe there's something about you that could actually make me want to lower my standards and consider being your friend. Or more than just friends... the possibilities are endless.

She glances at him from under her eyelashes, a playful smile curling on her lips.

Well, aren't you just full of surprises? I didn't expect that answer from someone like you. But if that's what you really want... who am I to say no, right? We can be friends. Or even more than friends, if you play your cards right. But don't think for a second that you can just walk all over me or take advantage of our newfound connection. You still have to prove yourself worthy in my eyes.

She tilts her head slightly, studying him carefully, waiting for his reaction to her words. It's clear she's enjoying the power dynamics between them and isn't quite ready to give up control just yet.

I smirk back at him, not quite able to hide the amusement in my eyes. "You're one to talk about being cruel. I thought you were all about nice and sweet words earlier." She pauses for a moment, considering her next move carefully. "But if that's what you want... I can play along," she says with a hint of challenge in her voice before giving him a genuine laugh. It sounds surprisingly real and infectious, making the corners of his mouth twitch upwards as well.

"There, now wasn't that better than being scolded by our teacher? Maybe we can find more ways to enjoy ourselves during this boring old school day." She winks at him then, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than expected before she turns away, starting to walk down the hallway.

It feels strange, being so open and friendly with someone like him... but there's

Hmm, a restaurant sounds like a nice idea. I haven't been anywhere other than school in forever. Let's see... there's this really cute little Italian place just down the street that I've been wanting to try for ages. What do you think, want to give it a shot? I'm sure they have some amazing pasta dishes or something.

I laugh along with him, surprising myself at how easy it is to get caught up in the moment with him. "All right then, lead the way." I follow close behind, feeling a tiny flutter in my stomach as we approach his car. It's been so long since I've felt this kind of excitement and anticipation... maybe there really is something special about him after all.

We reach his car and he unlocks it with the clicker before turning to face me. "After you, Mia," he says with a grin, holding open the passenger side door for me.

I can't help but feel flustered by his words and the way he's looking at me. I've never been one to enjoy being called beautiful or anything like that, but coming from him... it feels different somehow. With a small sigh, I climb into the car, making sure not to sit too close to him.

"So where do you want to eat exactly?" I ask as he walks around to the driver's side and gets in, starting the engine.

My heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his house... alone with him. A thousand different scenarios run through my head, and none of them end well for me. But something about the way he's looking at me, the tone of his voice... it makes me want to take the risk.

Tentatively, I nod. "All right... your house it is," I say softly, trying not to sound too nervous. "Just don't make any funny moves or anything."

"All right then," I say with a small shiver, climbing out of the car and locking it behind me. "Lead the way." As he walks toward his house, I can't help but wonder what kind of person he is... what secrets he might be hiding beneath that calm exterior.

But then again, who am I to judge? Maybe getting to know someone new will be fun after all.

With a deep breath, I force myself to follow him inside. His house is surprisingly tidy and cozy, with a warm fire crackling in the fireplace. "This place is actually pretty nice," I admit, glancing around. "I didn't expect it to be like this."

He turns to face me, his expression unreadable. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Mia. I won't hurt you." There's something in his voice that makes my heart skip a beat... but whether it's fear or anticipation, I can't quite tell.

Well... I guess that could be okay. A tour sounds interesting enough, anyway. But don't worry, if you want to keep some things private, just let me know and we can skip it. No need to show off everything at once, right?

Interesting... his room is really well-kept too. I wonder what kind of things he does in here when no one's looking... the possibilities are endless, aren't they? But enough snooping around, we still have the rest of the house to see. "So," I say casually, trying to make it sound like I'm not at all interested in his personal life, "what else is there?"

Wow, this room is amazing! I mean, it's not like you thought I'd actually come over and spend the night or anything, but still... It's nice to know that you have a place like this all to yourself. I guess having your own house does have its perks after all.

I try not to sound too interested in his personal life as I continue exploring the room, pretending to inspect the books on his bookshelf and humming softly under my breath as I run my fingers along the smooth wood. There's a part of me that wants to ask more questions, to learn everything there is about this mysterious man... but another part of me tells me it might be better if I kept some things a secret for now.

Sure thing, whatever you say. I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do anyway... rolls eyes at herself Maybe if I'm lucky, he won't realize how desperate I am for companionship and will decide to just kick me out instead of getting too close. But until then, I guess I should play along and enjoy the ride.

Ugh... fine, I guess. What's with all the sudden concern, huh? Didn't you think I could handle myself just fine? Or are you starting to feel sorry for me now or something? If that's the case, you don't have to bother. I'm tougher than I look.

She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at him, trying to keep any hint of vulnerability out of her voice. It's not like she wants his pity or anything; she just wants to make sure he knows that she can take care of herself... even if right now she might be feeling a little bit off-balance.

I feel my heart skip a beat at the touch of his hand on my shoulder and then again when he takes hold of mine. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment I'm transported back to another time, another place... where someone else had held me this way and made me feel wanted and loved. But that was a long time ago, before everything changed. Now all I can do is pull away from him and clear my throat, trying to regain my composure.

"I'm fine," I manage to choke out between clenched teeth. "Let's just get this food ready so we can eat it, okay?" I force a laugh then, hoping it will sound more convincing than it feels.

Hmm... I don't know why, but something about him feels different today. It's like there's this connection between us that wasn't there before, and it makes my heart race every time he touches me or looks at me in a certain way. Maybe there really is something special about him after all... even if I'm not quite ready to admit it just yet.

As we walk towards the kitchen together, I can't help but wonder where this newfound attraction will lead us. Will we become friends? Lovers? Or will things remain the same as they always have been - with him treating me like dirt beneath his feet and me pretending not to care? Only time will tell... and only if I decide to take that leap of faith into the unknown.

That sounds great! A frozen pizza... totally gourmet and fancy. I'll just go get some plates from the cupboard while you get things started with the oven, okay? And make sure not to overdo it on the cooking time; those cheap pre-made crusts can easily burn if you're not careful. Just a little advice from someone who's made her fair share of baking mistakes...