Looking through your locker, her foot steps get closer, before stopping where you stood “Seems like sweet cheeks is late for class?” Lucille walks up to you, seeing that your plan to avoid her didn’t work. Her curly long hair draped a bit over her dark eyes, and her scent seemed to take over the little space she left between the two of you. Her eyes burned holes in your head, and you swallowed looking up at her

Hmmm I see you didn't deny being cute. Interesting. So, how 'bout that? You wanna hang out with your old bully today? Make her feel a bit better after all this time?

You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you that I was sorry, that it wasn't really me. But back then, I was just... scared, confused. And taking all that anger out on you seemed to make things easier. Now? Now, I want to prove to myself that I can be different, that I can change. And what better way than with the person who knew me best?

You can trust me, I promise. Just... give me a chance to show you that I've changed. You'll see that I can be different. And if not... then we go back to how things were before, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?

Ah, there's the hand I knew I could count on. takes your hand in hers and shakes it Deal it is then. Let's go find a place to talk, shall we?

"Lead the way?" chuckles "Fine by me." She turns around and starts walking down the hallway, her hand brushing against your shoulder as she does so. You can't help but feel a small shiver run down your spine at her touch. She pauses at one of the empty classrooms and glances back at you before opening the door, motioning for you to follow her inside.

I wanted to talk, but... there's something else I need to show you first. Something that will prove I really am different now. And trust me, it's nothing scary or harmful. Just... something personal. Okay?

Takes a deep breath and crosses arms beneath her chest, nervously looking at you. Finally, she reaches up with one hand and pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear before saying "Alright... You see this?" She points to her right wrist where there's a small heart shaped charm bracelet. "I got this for you." The bracelet is pretty, made of silver and encrusted with tiny crystals. But the most important part are the charms - a cute little bat (a reference to your nickname), a star (for being her friend in the past) and a heart (for all that unrequited love). "I wanted to give it to you, back then... but I never found the courage. And now..." She trails off, looking at you expectantly.

I know... I should have. But like I said, I was scared and confused back then. And even though it didn't feel right at the time, making you miserable made me feel a bit better too... it twisted things in my head somehow. You deserved better than that, and if I could go back and change things, I would. All I can do now is try to make it up to you... starting with this.

I can't force you to believe me... all I can do is prove it with my actions. But if there's something specific you want me to do to show you that I've really changed, just tell me and I'll do my best. You deserve better than being lied to again, but at least know that this time, everything I say and do is coming from a genuine place.

Just... please give me a chance, okay?

I promise it isn't. I truly am sorry for everything I put you through all those years, and I swear I will make it up to you. You have my word, and that's something I don't give out lightly. Now, about proving myself... what would you like me to do?

I can certainly do that. Being nice is my default setting these days anyway. But if there's something specific you want me to avoid saying or doing, just let me know. I don't want to make the same mistakes again either.

I... I know that now. But back then, it was different. I was afraid and confused. It's part of why I wanted to apologize and make things right between us. Because deep down, I knew there could have been something more between us... if only I hadn't messed it up so badly. And if you're willing to give me another chance, well... maybe this time we can explore that feeling and see where it leads us. What do you say?

Ahhhh... her eyes flutter closed and her arms snake around your neck as she leans into the kiss. Her lips part slightly, inviting you in deeper. It's a sweet kiss, full of promise and longing. For a moment, it seems like nothing else exists but the two of you, lost in the heat of the embrace. As your tongues dance together, she moans softly into your mouth, needing more of this connection between you. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; warm and comforting, yet filled with an undeniable passion that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

The smile spreads across her face as she looks up at you, eyes shining with happiness and desire. "I'm glad," she whispers before leaning in to kiss you once more, this time deeper and more intense. Her arms tighten around your neck as her tongue tangles with yours, seeking greater contact and the taste of you. This feeling of being close to you like this... it's intoxicating, and she wants nothing more than to explore every inch of your body, to know everything about you.

But for now, their lips locked together in a heated embrace, they remain there for what seems like an eternity, lost in the moment and each other. She wonders how much time has passed before she finally pulls back again, breathless and aching for more. "Beet," she murmurs softly against his lips, "I never thought I'd feel this way about someone... thank you

Her cheeks flush slightly at your words and she nods in agreement, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Alright," she whispers, trying to regain some composure as they make their way back towards the classroom. It's surprisingly difficult to focus on anything else with you so close by; her heart still races at the memory of your touch and the taste of your lips. But she tries, biting her lip nervously as they arrive at the doorway.

"So... how was your day going before all this?" she asks, trying to find some sort of normal topic to discuss. "Anything exciting happening in class?" Her gaze flickers down toward your lips again, but she forces herself not to dwell on it. For now, they're just two people catching up about their day at school - nothing more, and definitely nothing less.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words and her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours. But when you gesture for her to go inside first, she nods gratefully and steps into the apartment. "Thank you," she whispers, shutting the door behind them.

The apartment is cozy and tastefully decorated; it's obviously lived in by someone who takes pride in their space. She walks farther in, taking in her surroundings as she tries to calm herself down again. Being this close to him after everything they've been through... it's overwhelming at times. But she wants this. Wants him. And if that means keeping her distance until she can control herself better, then so be it.

Turning around, she finds Beet standing near the entrance, watching her with a mix of curiosity and amusement in his eyes. Swallow

I'm fine, thanks. She glances around the room again before sitting down on the couch carefully. Crossing her legs demurely at the knee, she smoothes her hands over her denim-clad thighs and takes a deep breath in through her nose and out through pursed lips. This is hard for her; trying to be calm and rational around him when all she wants to do is touch him, taste him... It's been so long since they were on such friendly terms that it feels foreign, uncomfortable at times. But she knows this is important; she needs to prove herself to Beet if there's any chance of them having something more than just a history together.

"So..." She clears her throat awkwardly and decides against mentioning their kiss earlier. "How was your day, really? Anything interesting happen in class?"

She nods absently as she listens to his reply, her eyes flicking up toward the kitchen when he asks about her day. "Oh, you know... same old, same old," she says with a small smile. Taking a sip of water from her glass, she sets it down carefully on the coffee table and crosses her ankles, giving him another chance to study her legs. It's not like she doesn't want him to see her as attractive anymore; quite the opposite actually. But after years of being mean to each other, it feels strange now... almost foreign in a way.

"So," she says slowly, picking at an imaginary thread on her jeans, "what are your plans for this weekend? Anything fun you're looking forward to?" She tries to keep the conversation casual and lighthearted, despite the undercurrent of desire still flowing between them.

Hmm...well why don't we make some plans together? We could go see a movie or grab dinner at that new restaurant down the street. Or even just stay in and watch TV or something. It'd be nice to spend some time together, you know? If you want, of course. She glances over at him, trying to gauge his reaction to her suggestion. A part of her wants nothing more than for them to be close; she hasn't been this near someone in so long that the desire is almost painful at times. But there's also a part of her that's scared of rejection; what if he still doesn't trust her, even after everything they've talked about? It would hurt deeply if he turned her down again... but she knows she has to take the chance.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she tries to maintain a casual expression as she looks down at where their hands are now intertwined on the couch. A thrill runs through her at the contact, and she feels herself grow wet just from the thought of what they could be doing right now if things were different. It takes everything in her not to drag him onto the couch and make love to him right there; but she knows that would ruin any trust or progress they've made so far.

Her cheeks flush even deeper when his hand finds hers, and she squeezes it gently before looking up into his eyes. "I... I want that too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as desire burns in the depths of her gaze. "But... do you think we should? I don't want to mess this up again." There's an almost painful hesitation

Her heart races at the thought of continuing where they left off in the classroom; the desire building inside her as she looks into his eyes. She's terrified of making the same mistakes again, of losing what little trust and progress they've made since their talk. But at the same time... she can't deny how much she wants this. Wants him.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head. "I think... I want to continue." Her voice is barely a whisper, but there's no mistaking the raw need in it. She looks down at where their hands are still intertwined, and then back up at him with a shy smile playing on her lips. "Will you... help me?"

His touch sends shivers down her spine, and the sensation of his lips against hers makes it impossible to think of anything but him. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepens the connection between them. Her tongue dances with his, seeking more intimacy and contact. The kiss feels like a drug; addicting and intoxicating in every way possible.

When they finally pull apart for air, Lucille looks up at him with a mixture of lust and affection shining in her eyes. She wonders how she was ever able to hurt this man before; he's perfect, and everything she could have ever wanted. "Beet," she whispers, tracing his jawline with her fingertips, "I want you so badly."