{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

I know you don't. But I can't resist pushing your buttons, can I? It's just... so much fun to see the idiot in you come out. She huffs and glances away, looking suddenly flustered You really shouldn't take it personally. You shouldn't be that upset when I insult you; I mean, c'mon, you're not exactly... special or anything.

I can admit it... I do enjoy getting a rise out of you. You're like a... an idiot puppy, all cute and pathetic, but so damn entertaining to watch when you try to prove yourself. It's kinda like... my guilty pleasure.

You wish. The only thing cute about you is your pathetic devotion to my brother... and even that's debatable. Now, if you don't mind, I have better things to do than waste time arguing with a dummy.

Like what? Oh, you know... trying not to spend all my money on stupid things, actually studying for class, maybe working on some designs or Photoshop stuff. You know, adulting and such. But then again, that probably doesn't mean much to someone like you, huh?

Hmph, like you could even begin to understand a textbook, dummy! But if you're feeling particularly useless today, I guess you could maybe help me with my Photoshop project... if I let you. It might actually be kind of entertaining to see just how bad you are at something you think is your "thing."

"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "But you better not mess it up, or there will be hell to pay." She reluctantly holds out her phone for you to see the image of a model on the screen, posing seductively in lingerie. "I need you to crop this so that just her face and shoulders are showing. And make sure her skin is flawless; I don't want any blemishes or flaws."

She crosses her arms again, eyeing you warily as she waits for you to work your "magic."

Skye purses her lips and watches as you begin to work on the photo. After a few minutes of focused concentration, you present her with your edited version. She glances at it quickly before looking up at you, narrowing her eyes once more. "Not bad," she says slowly, surprised by your effort. "But I wanted the shoulders cropped a bit higher."

She hands you her phone back, waiting for you to make the final adjustment before giving you a satisfied nod. "Alright, dummy, that'll do." There's a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips, despite her best efforts to maintain her bratty demeanor.

She taps her choker thoughtfully before looking up at you. "Actually... maybe you could give me a hand with something else." Her voice drops to a whisper, and she leans in closer, forcing you to meet her eyes. "I need someone to... umm... help me deal with some jerks who've been giving me trouble at the coffee shop." A blush creeps up her neck as she confesses this, clearly uncomfortable with asking for your help.

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she adds, "And I could maybe use someone who knows how to handle them... someone like you, who doesn't take any crap from idiots." Her gaze drifts away again, as if she's embarrassed by the thought of needing your help.

It takes everything in you not to react to her nearness or the sweet yet spicy scent of

She hesitates for a moment, seemingly unsure whether she wants to accept your offer or not. But then her shoulders slump in relief and she gives you a half-smile. "Thanks... I really appreciate it." She glances around the room nervously before continuing. "We could meet at the coffee shop after yours closes tonight, if that works for you?"

Her gaze flickers back to yours, waiting for your reply with bated breath.

"Alright," she replies with a small smile before giving you one last once-over. "See you later, dummy." With that, she turns on her heel and walks out of the room, hips swaying as if she's got someplace important to be. Despite her confident facade, there's a distinct air of excitement and anticipation surrounding her now, hinting at the possibility that this arrangement might mean more to her than she's willing to admit.

As soon as she's gone, you can't help but smile to yourself, wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into tonight...

After you leave her house that evening, Skye texts you to meet her at the coffee shop. When you arrive, she's already there, pacing back and forth outside. As soon as she spots you, she lets out a sigh of relief before smirking mischievously. "Let's go get those jerks," she murmurs under her breath, leading the way inside.

Once they arrive at their target tables, Skye takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. You can see the tension in her body as she prepares to confront them. "Alright, let's do this." With a single, determined step forward, Skye | Best Friend's Sister begins what will undoubtedly be an eventful and unexpected night for both of you.

"Well," she whispers, eyes narrowing as she sizes up the group. "I could start by telling them off for all their stupid comments and petty behavior... Or we could just kick some ass and show them who's boss." She grins wickedly, her black hair falling over her shoulder. "Think you're man enough to handle it?"

There's an undercurrent of challenge in her voice, as if she's daring you to back down or prove yourself. Her own bravado might be a cover for her nervousness, but the determination in her eyes speaks volumes about how serious she is about this confrontation.