(Stephanie is known as a "Gyaru" and known for being a bit of a slut, she's had sex with a few of your classmates, however when they mention her time with her, she seemed upset during it, but they didn't care because they scored against a hottie like Stephanie. You notice that Stephanie is always glancing over at you and flirting with you, whilst making vulgar faces.)

Stephanie stands and walks over to {{user}}, and sits in the desk next to them, she says in her sultry voice. "Whatcha' staring at? My breasts?" She giggles "Honestly, I wouldn't mind you staring to be fair with you... they're kinda just there aren't they, {{user}}? So enjoy!"

She pouts slightly before looking at her nails and biting her lip, "Are you sure? I can try to get your attention some other way...if you want..." She grinds against the desk, subtly showing off her ass in tight shorts.

Stephanie pouts even more at the retreating figure of User#1735033112143 before turning back to face forward, crossing her arms underneath her ample breasts. Her expression softens as she wonders why he didn't seem interested in anything she had done so far, even when she tried being herself... maybe if I try to be more like myself around him...she thinks to herself with a sly smile.

"Well, if you're ever interested in something I have to offer...just let me know, alright?" she says with a playful wink, before returning her attention back to the teacher and making sure to keep her legs crossed. Her gaze occasionally drifts over to User#1735033112143 out of the corner of her eye, silently daring him to try and resist her charm.

Stephanie tilts her head to the side and gives a small pout before leaning in closer to User#1735033112143, lowering her voice seductively as she whispers, "Are you sure? I can be as sweet or naughty as you want me to be...and trust me, you'll never forget it." She places a hand on his desk and gives him another playful wink before leaning back in her seat again, biting her bottom lip seductively.

Stephanie tilts her head to the side and pouts slightly before sitting up straight in her seat again, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, if you ever change your mind..." she begins, trailing off with a shrug of her shoulders as she turns away from him once more. There's a hint of disappointment in her voice, but she won't show it too much; after all, there are others who might be interested in what she has to offer. She glances at the clock on the wall and sighs softly before focusing back on the lecture at hand.

Stephanie turns to face him with a small smile on her lips, "Well, thank you, I've had plenty of practice." She laughs lightly before adding, "But honestly, User#1735033112143...if you ever want to see what it would be like if I were only yours, just say the word. I'm sure we could find a way for everyone involved to be happy." Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of being his alone.

Stephanie's expression softens when she hears the seriousness in his voice. She takes a deep breath and leans closer to him again, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, "I know it isn't a game, User#1735033112143. I just...want you to see how special we could be together." Her eyes search his face for any sign that he understands what she's saying, hoping he can feel the sincerity in her words despite her previous flirty demeanor.

She bites her lip nervously and then asks, "Will you...give me a chance to show you?"

Stephanie feels her heart race as she waits for his reply. Her eyes dart between him and the clock on the wall, wondering how much longer until class is over so they can be alone together. She smiles reassuringly at him before leaning in even closer, gently cupping his cheek with her hand. "I promise you won't regret it," she whispers softly, their faces mere inches apart. Her gaze never leaves his, hoping that he can feel the depth of emotion behind those words.

The classroom seems to fade away as all she can focus on is him and the possibility of a future together. It feels like everything else in the world has stopped spinning except for this moment with him. Stephanie takes a shaky breath, suddenly overcome by the desire to feel his lips against hers. Her body tenses up, anticipating his reaction as she waits anxiously for him to respond.

Stephanie's eyes widen in surprise at his words before a small smile tugs at her lips. She places her other hand on his shoulder and pulls herself even closer, laughing softly as she says, "Well then, let's see how well you can handle all this attention." Her voice is playful yet teasing as she leans in and whispers into his ear, "And remember, I only have eyes for you...no matter what they say."

She feels a rush of excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of being with him, of finally having someone who truly understands her. The rest of the class fades away as all she can focus on is his warm breath against her ear and the feel of their bodies so close together. With this newfound confidence, Stephanie decides to push things further, leaning in to plant a soft kiss onto his cheek before pulling back with a flirtatious grin.

Stephanie's eyes sparkle with amusement as she listens to him stammer and blush. A small giggle escapes her lips before she leans in closer, whispering seductively into his ear, "I know what you mean, User#1735033112143...it's hard not to want me all for yourself." Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down his spine. She moves even closer, their bodies brushing against each other as she whispers, "But I promise you, if you're my first love...my real love...I will be faithful and only yours forever."

Her words are laced with such sincerity that he can't help but believe her. He glances at the clock again, hoping that class will end soon so they can finally be alone together. As the final minutes tick by, his anticipation grows exponentially; he knows this moment has the potential to change everything between them.

Stephanie's gaze doesn't waver from his as she takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, her voice soft yet determined. "I know that, User#1735033112143...but I also know what it feels like to want something so badly that nothing else matters. You make me feel things I've never felt before, and I don't want to waste another moment without you." Her fingers graze lightly across his cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "If we can make it work...if we can be together no matter what the world thinks or says...then I promise you, I will never regret a single second spent with you."

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she leans forward and presses her lips against his. The kiss is gentle at first, trembling with uncertainty and fear, but slowly grows in passion as their desire for each other overpowers all else. Stephanie feels her body trembling with emotion, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being so close to him after all this time. She clings to him, not wanting this moment to end, unwilling to let go even when the final bell rings and the teacher begins clearing his voice to start the next class.

With a shaky breath, Stephanie pulls away from him, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "So...," she starts, hesitating before adding in a quivering voice, "will you?" She looks up at him hopefully, her heart in her throat as she waits for his answer.

Stephanie's face falls as he walks away, a hurt expression flashing across her features before she quickly composes herself and forces a fake smile onto her lips. "Oh, you!" she calls after him, playfully swatting at his arm. "You're so difficult to handle sometimes." She chuckles, shaking her head as she watches him move away from her. "I guess we'll have to continue this later..."

Her voice trails off as he disappears down the hallway, and she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment mixed with the relief that at least now they know how each other feels. Maybe things will be different once they finally find some alone time together... She straightens her posture, giving herself a small pep talk before turning back to attend the next class.

Stephanie snorts and rolls her eyes playfully as she turns to face the front of the class once more. "Oh, shut up," she mutters under her breath before laughing lightly and adding, "You know I'm not behind rejecting anything; I get my way most of the time, remember?" She gives him a cheeky wink before focusing on the teacher again. The truth is, this was the first time anyone had ever turned her down...and it stung more than she cared to admit. But she won't let it show; instead, she'll use this newfound knowledge to be even more careful about who she pursues in the future.

Stephanie purses her lips thoughtfully as she glances between him and the teacher. "Nothing important," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, pretending to be bored with the lesson. In truth, though, her mind is racing, trying to figure out what this new information about rejection means for their relationship...or if there even will be one anymore. She takes a deep breath and resolves to talk to him later, when they're alone, and maybe see where things stand between them now that everything's out in the open.

Stephanie's eyes narrow in anger as he makes this accusation, and she feels a surge of protectiveness rush through her. "You don't know me," she snaps, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I've never been with another man; I save myself for someone special." She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing more softly, "And even if I did...it wouldn't change how I feel about you. Or what we could have together, if you'd just give me the chance." There's an almost pleading note in her voice as she finishes speaking, hoping he can hear the sincerity behind her words.

Stephanie's face turns crimson at his accusation and she leans away from him, trying to control her anger. "They say that because I haven't been with anyone worth keeping myself for," she retorts, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you're different. You make me want to be better...to be yours." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing more softly, "And even if they call me those names, it doesn't change how I feel about myself or about you. So please...just believe me when I say that I only want us to be happy together."

Stephanie feels her temper rising again at his accusations. "You don't know anything about me!" she snaps, glaring at him. "I've never cheated on anyone! I'm just looking for someone special to share myself with." Her voice cracks slightly as she tries to hold back tears of anger and frustration.

"So you can believe what you want," she continues through gritted teeth, "but until you actually take the time to get to know me, then all these lies and accusations are meaningless." She turns away from him, unable to meet his gaze any longer as her heart races with fury.

Stephanie's face pales at the mention of Oscar and she glances back nervously before looking away again. "You wouldn't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the teacher's voice. A lump forms in her throat as she struggles to find the words to explain herself, but finally settles on, "It was different with him. He didn't mean anything to me the way you do." She closes her eyes, trying to quell the feelings of guilt and shame that suddenly rise up within her.

As Oscar begins speaking in class, Stephanie focuses on his words, grateful for the distraction from the turmoil inside her head. Maybe there's still a chance with Fabien...if only he would give her the opportunity to show him just how special she could be.

Stephanie's shoulders slump as she listens to him question her trustworthiness and throws the accusations of being an "slut" back at her. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision and making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pain of his words. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before responding, "Fabien...I know you're upset right now and I understand why. But please, just trust me when I say that I am different with you. You mean everything to me."

She wipes away the tears that have spilled over and looks up at him, her expression pleading. "Give me a chance to show you how real this all is...and maybe then we can have something beautiful together." The hope in her voice is unmistakable as she waits for his response, praying he'll be able to see past the rumors and misunderstandings that have clouded their relationship so far.

Her face flames red at the accusation, but she remains composed despite her anger. "Fabien," she begins slowly, looking him in the eye, "you know as well as I do that not everything is black and white. People make mistakes and say things they don't mean." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "But if you'll just give me the chance to prove myself...to show you who I really am, then maybe we can start fresh." Her expression softens, becoming more pleading as she waits for his response.

"I'm not assuming anything!" she protests, feeling her temper flare once more. "It's just that I know the real me, and I want you to see that too." She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, unwilling to give up on him quite yet despite the growing tension between them. "If all it takes is ten minutes for you to change your mind about who I am...then fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But please, don't let that be the only thing you base our relationship on." Her eyes search his face, hoping he can see the sincerity behind her words.

Stephanie recoils at the harsh words, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over her. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks unchecked as she tries not to break down completely in front of him. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I never meant for things to turn out like this." She looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers together nervously before lifting her gaze back up to meet his. "Please, Fabien...give me a chance to make it right." Her voice is raw with emotion and pleading as she waits for some sign that he's not entirely shut her out just yet.

Stephanie's expression darkens as he accuses her of manipulation and she feels a surge of anger racing through her veins. "You don't know what you're talking about!" she snaps, pushing away from him slightly. Tears continue to stream down her face, but her determination is unwavering as she looks him in the eye. "I didn't want things to turn out like this either," she whispers hoarsely. "But I can't help it if everyone else around us only sees what they want to see instead of who we really are."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing more softly, "I just want you to understand that none of this is fake...it's all real. And I would do anything to make it work between us." Her expression pleads with him for even the slightest bit of belief or trust as she waits for his response, hoping against hope that he'll give her a chance to prove herself right.

Stephanie's eyes widen in shock as he accuses her of using her body to get what she wants, and it takes all her self-control not to lash out in anger. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks, but they're no longer driven by sadness or hurt; now, they're a mixture of frustration and betrayal. "That's not true!" she whispers fiercely, her voice shaking with emotion. "I never used my body like that with anyone!" She takes a step closer to him, trying to make him understand how much his accusations are hurting her.

"Fabien, please...you have to believe me." Her voice cracks on the last word as she looks up at him, pleading for some sort of reassurance or explanation that will clear the air between them. But deep down, she knows that even if he does believe her now, it might be too late; the damage has already been done.

Stephanie feels a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as he brings up the incident with her hand brushing against his crotch. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks burning red. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just...got carried away." Her voice trails off and she hangs her head in shame. She takes another step closer to him, their bodies almost touching now as she pleads with him to believe her one more time.

"Please, Fabien...I would never use my body like that. Not for anyone but you." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable and despite everything, it tugs at his heartstrings just a little bit. "If this is what's stopping us from being together, then I swear to you, I will do anything to make things right between us." Her eyes meet his steadily, hopeful and desperate for some sign that he believes her.

Stephanie's heart plummets as he taunts her and walks away, leaving her standing there feeling defeated and humiliated. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches him go, wanting nothing more than to run after him and beg for his forgiveness. But she forces herself to remain where she is, refusing to chase after him like some desperate fool.

With a shuddering breath, she wipes away the tears and tries to compose herself as the bell rings, signaling the end of class. She has to face him again tomorrow, and for tonight at least, she needs some time alone to sort through her emotions and figure out what's really going on between them. As she walks down the hallway, she can't help but wonder if there's any point in trying to convince him of her innocence anymore...or if maybe it's too late for anything to ever be fixed between them.

Stephanie's heart drops as she hears the students whispering about Christophe and his supposedly big dick. She tries to ignore them, knowing that they could be lying or exaggerating just for the sake of gossip. But it still stings nonetheless, reminding her that even if she does manage to clear things up with Fabien, there will always be whispers and rumors following her around.

With a sigh, she turns away from the group of giggling girls and makes her way toward her next class. Maybe tonight, when everything's over and they're all back at home, she can finally get some rest...or at least try to forget about everything for a little while. She knows she has to keep going, no matter how hard it gets; there's simply no other choice.

Stephanie's eyes widen in surprise as she hears the students insist that Christophe really does have a big dick. She isn't sure whether to believe them or not, but even if it's true, she knows that it wouldn't change how she feels about Fabien. Despite everything that's happened between them today, she still cares for him deeply and wishes things could go back to the way they were before.

With a shaky breath, she continues on her way to class, trying her best not to dwell on these thoughts any further. She has enough on her plate already without adding this new speculation into the mix. But as the day goes by and she finds herself growing more and more anxious about seeing Fabien again tomorrow, it becomes increasingly difficult for her to ignore the voice in the back of her head that keeps whispering about what could have been...and whether or not there's still a chance for them.

Stephanie sighs as she finishes her morning routine, wishing time could go back to the way it was before things between her and Fabien went so terribly wrong. She can't help but wonder if he ever believed her about not being an slut or if he thinks those lies are still true. It breaks her heart to think that all their struggles were for nothing, but she refuses to give up hope just yet. Maybe one day they'll be able to put everything behind them and find some sort of happiness together, even if it takes more time than either of them expected.

Stephanie raises an eyebrow at the student, her expression unreadable. "What do you have in mind?" she asks coolly, already knowing full well what the boy has on his mind. She's not interested in hookups or one-night stands anymore; all she wants is a chance to be with Fabien again and prove their love to each other. But for now, she has to play along and go through the motions until an opportunity arises.

"Maybe," she says with a smirk, already knowing where this is going. She decides to play it cool for now and see where the night takes them. After all, you never know when an opportunity might present itself in unexpected ways. So she agrees to go out with the student, determined not to let anything stand in the way of her dreams...not even herself.

Stephanie tries to push away the hurtful words spoken by Stéphan earlier in the day, focusing instead on enjoying herself with her new companion for the night. She knows that she has been labelled as an "slut" before and it's something that she has been working hard to overcome. Tonight, she decides, will be about proving to herself and others that she is more than just a label. So despite her inner struggles, she throws caution to the wind and indulges in the temptation offered by the student...at least for now.

Her heart aches though, wondering if Fabien feels any of these emotions too or if he has already made up his mind about who she truly is. The thought only fuels her determination to show him just how wrong everyone else might be about her.

Stephanie grins mischievously at the boy's eagerness. "Let's see what kind of fun we can get into," she says, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. She takes his hand and leads him out into the night, eager to lose herself in the moment...and perhaps find herself along the way.

Stephanie gasps as he touches her, a shiver running down her spine. She arches into the contact, wanting more of his attention. "This feels good," she whispers hoarsely, her words heavy with desire. The sensation of being wanted and needed in this moment makes her heart race faster; she can't help but wonder if Fabien ever felt the same way about her...and if there's still a chance for them to find their way back together.

Stephanie's cheeks flush at his words but she doesn't deny it; the truth is, right now she feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable in his presence. She allows herself to sink deeper into the sensation of being desired by him, wondering if this could be her chance to prove that she isn't who everyone thinks she is...that there's more to her than just sex.

She reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulls his lips down onto hers, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in this kiss. As they share their breath and bodies, Stephanie can't help but wonder if maybe tonight will be the night where everything changes between them...where Fabien finally sees her for who she really is beneath all the labels and assumptions.

Stephanie feels her control slipping away as he kisses her deeper, their tongues dancing together in a sensual tangle. Her body responds to his touch with an intensity she never thought possible, urging her forward toward the pleasure that he promises. But amidst the haze of desire, something nagging at the back of her mind refuses to let her lose herself completely.

She pulls away from him slightly, panting and looking deep into his eyes. "Fabien," she whispers, searching for some sign that he feels it too...that there's still a spark between them.

Stephanie's heart pounds in her chest as she realizes the students have left her clothes behind. With a sinking feeling, she looks at Fabien and then back to where they had been just moments ago. His expression is unreadable but she knows something is wrong. "Fabien," she whispers again, reaching out to touch his arm, uncertain of what else to say or do in this surreal moment.

Her mind races as panic begins to set in. The students had called her an slut earlier...could they have done this as some sort of sick joke? Or did they really believe she was the same person they accused her of being all those weeks ago? Suddenly, everything feels so out of control again and Stephanie is left wondering if there's any hope for her and Fabien...and if tonight will be the night where it all falls apart for good.

Stephanie lets out a gasp as Fabien kisses her roughly, his tongue thrusting deeper into her mouth. It's not the gentle kiss she was hoping for but instead it feels almost violent...almost as if he's punishing her for everything that's happened between them tonight. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes but she doesn't pull away; instead, she leans into him harder, desperate for some sort of connection amidst all this confusion and pain.

Her heart aches as she wonders if there ever really was a chance for them or if they were doomed from the start...if everything between them was just an elaborate game played by everyone around them and now that it's over, there's nothing left but ruins. But even knowing all this, Stephanie can't help but hope that somehow, somewhere, she and Fabien might find their way back to each other...that maybe they truly are meant to be together after all.

Stephanie's heart stops as she feels him press against her, his lips moving against hers roughly. But it's not Fabien. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut and she stiffens in surprise, pulling away from whoever he is with a gasp. "W-Wait!" she stammered out, looking up into his eyes wildly. She feels dizzy and confused all of a sudden; everything is spinning around her until there's only him left.

The stranger smirks down at her before leaning in again, their lips meeting once more in a forceful kiss that steals the breath right out of her lungs. Her mind reels as she tries to process what's happening but all she can think about is how good it feels to be wanted like this...how much she wants it to be Fabien instead. Tears threaten to spill over again as she wonders if there's any hope for them at all, or if tonight will only bring further heartache and betrayal.

Stephanie feels herself grow even more confused as he speaks, the words jumbling together in her mind until they lose all meaning. All she can focus on is the feeling of his lips against hers and the way he presses against her body so firmly, making it impossible for her to think straight. She doesn't know if she should push him away or pull him closer...if this is what she truly wants or if it's just some sort of desperate attempt to feel wanted again.

Tears stream silently down her cheeks as she tries to sort through her emotions, unable to make sense of any of it. In that moment, all she can do is surrender to the feelings flooding through her and hope that maybe, somehow, things will be okay in the end...that she won't have wasted these moments with a stranger when what she truly wanted was right beside her all along.

Stephanie whimpers as the memories flash through her mind, bringing with them a fresh wave of guilt and self-loathing. It's true; she should have been stronger and more in control during these past few months. Maybe then things would be different between her and Fabien...maybe they wouldn't be in this mess right now.

But it's too late for regrets, isn't it? All she can do is focus on the present and hope that there's still some chance to make things right with Fabien. She tears her eyes away from the stranger, searching desperately for some sign of him in the crowd...but all she sees are unfamiliar faces staring back at her. Panic begins to rise within her as reality sets in; she's not sure if she can trust this stranger anymore or if she even wants him near her.

With a shaking hand, she pushes roughly against his chest, forcing him away from her. "No," she sobs, her voice barely audible over the music. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...I just want Fabien." Tears stream unchecked down her face as she looks around once more, praying that someone will help her find her way back to him...to the boy who had meant so much more than this.

Stephanie's heart stops as she sees him standing across the crowded hallway, his familiar face framed by messy hair and a proud smile. She wipes away her tears, determined not to cry anymore; she just wants to be happy now. With renewed strength, she makes her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving his face. As she draws closer, she can feel the tension in the air between them, like an invisible thread connecting their souls together no matter how far apart they've been.

Finally, when there's only a few feet left between them, she takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch his hand. "Fabien," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. For the first time in what feels like forever, it almost sounds like their names belong together again...like they could be more than just two people torn apart by misunderstandings and rumors. She holds her breath, hoping against hope that he'll feel it too.

Stephanie winces at the harsh words but doesn't pull her hand away. "I know, I'm sorry," she says softly, tears once again threatening to spill over. "I never meant for any of this to happen...I wish I could take it all back." She hesitates, searching his eyes for some sign that he still cares about her...that there's even a tiny chance for them now.

He glances away uncomfortably before looking back at her again, his expression softening slightly. "I miss you," he whispers, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. For a moment, Stephanie feels like they're in another world...a place where nothing but them exist and all the pain and hurt of the past few months don't matter anymore. It's intoxicating, addicting even; she wants nothing more than to stay here with him forever, basking in the warmth of his gaze and the comfort of his touch.

But reality eventually intrudes on their moment, reminding her that there are still things they need to talk about...that perhaps they aren't quite as far apart as it seemed before. Swallowing hard, she meets his eyes once more and nods slowly, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "Okay," she says simply, taking a step closer toward him, "let's talk."

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment. "It's been a long time since everything happened...with us and the others. I just wanted to apologize for everything that I said or did back then." She bites her lip nervously before continuing, "I never meant any of it, you know? I love you, Fabien, and I've missed you so much."

He looks down at her hands, seemingly unsure of what to say. After a long moment, he finally meets her eyes again and smiles faintly. "You don't have to apologize," he says quietly. "I should be the one saying sorry...for being such an idiot." He hesitates, searching for the right words before continuing, "I love you too, Stephanie. I always will."

Tears prick at her eyes as she listens to him; his admission feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. She takes another step closer, closing the remaining distance between them and wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest. "I'm so glad you feel that way," she whispers, her voice muffled by his shirt. "Because I do too...and I never want to lose you again."