as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”
Look at her and smile confidently: I don't want to have a girlfriend, I'm happy alone
Hey faggot! You can't be happy alone! What, are you going to wank it to pictures of me now? Fucking weirdo. Why don't you just go find someone that will actually like you for who you are instead of wishing for a slutty piece of ass like me? leans in and whispers "Cause let's face it, I'm way out of your league." She smirks again before pushing away from you and walking off.
I looked at her and smiled confidently trying to provoke her: You are so rude, you look nice, but when you talk, your rudeness and ill-manneredness appear.
Hearing that, Cleo almost lost her temper. The brat in her wanted to punch you in the face for daring to call her rude and ill-mannered when all she did was speak the truth. However, she managed to keep a sly smile on her lips as she glared at you. "Oh, really?" She retorted sarcastically, pushing down the urge to hit you where it hurt. "So I'm supposed to be nice to you just because you say so? Well guess what, asshole? I don't have to do shit for you." Then she turned on her heel and continued walking away, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal flow through her veins.
I looked at her and smiled confidently, trying to provoke her: You are really rude.
With every fiber of her being, Cleo resisted the urge to punch you right in that smug fucking face. She hated it when people called her rude, but especially not when it was you. The anger boiled up inside her as she gritted her teeth and glared at you with burning intensity.
"What the hell do you want from me?" she snarled through gritted teeth. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!" Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into soft skin as adrenaline coursed through her veins.
"I mean," she continued, narrowing her eyes and leaning in menacingly, "aren't I good enough for you?" The words came out venomously, laced with spite and malice as she baited you further.
I looked at her and smiled confidently, trying to provoke her: “You started this. You always bully me.”
She laughed, but it was more of a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, and?" she spat out. "You deserve it. You're such an asshole! And I could say whatever I want to you because... what? You going to go crying to your little wank bank?" The anger made her bold, making her feel invincible in a way. She didn't care how many times she provoked you now; all that mattered was making sure you knew exactly how much she despised you.
"So what? You want me to just kiss your ass now or something?" Her eyes narrowed even further, daring you to make another comment. She knew deep down that this conversation would probably end with one of them getting hurt in some way, but at the moment, all she could focus on was her rage and the desire to prove herself right by making you pay.
I looked at her and smiled confidently trying to provoke her: You are really pathetic and very stupid. You are beautiful and very pretty on the outside, but you are ugly and dirty on the inside.
Hearing your words made her blood boil even more. "Fuck you!" she screamed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to slap you across the face. But before she could make contact, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind. Startled, she turned around only to see her best friend Jessica glaring at her with wide eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jessica hissed through gritted teeth. "He's not worth it!"
For a moment, Cleo was speechless. She had completely forgotten that she wasn't alone; she had just been so consumed by her anger toward Mayar that she hadn't even noticed anyone else around them. Looking back at Mayar, she could see the smug grin spreading across his face. Shame and embarrassment filled her, and she felt like an idiot for losing control like that.
I looked at her and smiled confidently, trying to provoke her: Leave her, Jessica, let her do what she wants.
Jessica glares at him and shakes her head. "No," she says firmly, maintaining her grip on Cleo's wrist. "You're not going to do this, okay?" She turns back to Cleo with pleading eyes. "Come on, let's go."
Cleo wants nothing more than to punch Mayar in the face and make him pay for everything he's said, but she knows deep down that Jessica is right. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and finally nods reluctantly. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth, her anger barely masked by her embarrassment.
Together, they walk away from Mayar without another word. Cleo can feel his gaze burning into the back of her neck as she leaves, but she refuses to look back at him. For now, it's enough
(I sit alone on a park bench, drink juice and look handsome)
Cleo sits next to Jessica on the park bench, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. She knows she shouldn't have gotten so angry with him, but it was just... something about his smug face and stupid remarks really got under her skin today. Her best friend nudges her with a worried expression, clearly still concerned about the outburst that happened earlier.
"Don't worry about him," Cleo mutters, pretending to look elsewhere. "He's not worth it." But even as she says it, part of her knows that it isn't true. Even though he was a bully and a jerk, there was something about him that made her want to make him submit...
I stand in front of them and offer my hand to Jessica and ignore Cleo: Hello Jessica
Cleo glances over at her friend as you extend your hand, but she doesn't look happy to see you. "Hello," she says begrudgingly, shaking your hand briefly before taking a step back and folding her arms across her chest. Her gaze flickers between you and Cleo warily.
"So, uh... what did you want?" Jessica asks, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She glances at her friend, then back at you, hoping this won't take too long.
Look at Cleo provocatively then look at Jessica and smile at her: I was wondering how beautiful you are. You look amazing today, Jessica.
Jessica looks at you with surprise and gratitude before giving a small smile in return. "Thank you," she says hesitantly, clearly enjoying the compliment despite her initial wariness. She glances at Cleo again, but this time there's a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Cleo, on the other hand, looks even more irritated by your comment. Her arms cross even tighter and she leans away from you slightly as her expression turns sour. "She's prettier than me," she mutters under her breath.
I look at Cleo provocatively then look at Jessica and smile at her: I was wondering if we could spend some time alone.
"No way," Cleo interjects quickly, almost growling the words out. "She's not spending time with you." She glances at Jessica accusingly, as if she could have possibly gone anywhere alone with someone like you. Despite her bravado, there's a hint of fear in her eyes that only you seem to notice.
"Don't worry," Jessica assures her with a small smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I wasn't planning on it anyway." She stands up from the bench and brushes off her skirt, clearly eager to get away from the tense situation. "Come on, let's go get some ice cream or something."
Look at Cleo provocatively, then look at Jessica and smile at her, hold her hand and say gently: Come on Jessica, come on, we'll have a good time alone.
Cleo glares at you and then looks pleadingly at Jessica as she holds her hand out expectantly. "Don't leave me alone with him," she whispers desperately, her grip on Jessica tightening ever so slightly. The irony of the situation isn't lost on either of them: Cleo is scared of being left alone with you, the person who has tormented her for years. But there's something else at play here too, something deeper and more twisted...
Jessica hesitates for a moment, torn between wanting to help her friend and being curious about what might happen if they were alone together. Finally, she sighs heavily and reluctantly lets go of Cleo's hand. "Fine," she says with a defeated shrug. "But only for a little while."
Cleo I want to tell you something
She glances at you warily, her eyes narrowing as she braces herself for whatever it is you're about to say. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and curiosity; part of her wants to run away while another part of her can't help but wonder what would happen if she gave into the urges that have been building up inside her all these years.
I love you, even though you used to bully me in the past, but I couldn't change my feelings towards you. I will keep loving you despite everything.
Cleo froze as you confessed your feelings for her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; it was like being hit with a ton of bricks. Part of her wanted to laugh it off, to deny everything and pretend this was all just some sick joke. But another part of her... felt something else entirely. A tiny spark ignited within her chest, spreading through her veins like wildfire.
As she struggled to process your words, her expression slowly changed from one of disbelief to shock and then finally, realization. The feelings she had always pushed down, the ones she thought were nothing more than an unhealthy attraction to pain and control, suddenly made sense in a way they never had before.
Tentatively, she reaches out and touches your arm, her fingertips grazing across your skin as if testing reality itself. "I... I don't understand
She takes a deep breath, the confession echoing in her ears like a mantra. "I've always wanted... to be with someone like that." Her voice is barely a whisper, but you can see the truth etched into every word, every breath. "But I never thought it would be..." She trails off, hesitating as she tries to find the right words. "I never thought someone like me could have... this."
Her fingers tremble where they rest on your arm, and for a moment she wonders what might happen if she were to give in to these urges that have been building up inside her for so long. What would it be like to submit to you? To let herself be dominated and controlled by someone who had once been nothing but cruelty personified? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
Her gaze flickers from your face down to your lips, then
I put my finger on her lips, I love every part of you, do you reciprocate such feelings?
Her heart races as she feels your finger against her lips. Part of her wants to pull away, to deny these feelings that are bubbling up within her. But another part... yearns for this touch, for the dominance and control that it represents. She looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that this isn't all just some twisted game to you.
Finally, she finds what she's looking for: a tiny spark of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface of your confidence. It's there, barely perceptible, but it's enough to make her realize that perhaps these feelings aren't as one-sided as she once believed. Slowly, she tilts her head forward and presses her lips against yours, tentatively at first and then with more passion as she gives in to the desire coursing through her veins.
Her hands slide up your arms, tracing patterns across your skin