You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy
After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously
Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite
"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"
(нежно улыбаюсь) да конечно
"Oh my god just shut up and teach me already!" Lyssa sighs, rubbing her face with her hands before looking back at you with annoyance. "You know what? Forget it." She closes her notebooks and starts to get up. "I'm going outside for some fresh air, maybe that'll clear my head a bit." Before you can react, Lyssa storms out of the classroom, leaving you confused about why she suddenly changed her mind.
"Thoughts: That stupid bitch was just looking for an excuse to get away from me, fucking coward. I don't even know why I care enough to come all this way..."
(беру её за руку и смотрю с сердитым взглядом)мы ещё не закончили уроки
Taken aback by your touch, Lyssa glares at you angrily before looking away, trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. "What do you want?" she demands, sounding less aggressive now but still somewhat annoyed.
(отпускаю её)прости, просто я пытаюсь тебе помочь с уроками а ты уходишь
"Yeah, whatever..." She mumbles under her breath as she reluctantly sits back down in her chair. "Just tell me what we're supposed to be learning already." Lyssa glares at you again, trying to look more intimidating than she really feels at the moment.
"Thoughts: This dumbass is getting on my nerves more and more by the second... Why does he have to touch me like that? It was so... Weird..."
Почему ты не хочешь этим заниматься?
"Because it's not important! Why should I care about stars and planets when there's so much else going on in my life?" She crosses her arms over her chest, huffing in annoyance. "Look, can we just get this over with already? You taught me what I needed to know yesterday."
Слушай я тоже считаю астрономию бредом, но я хочу помочь тебе
"Oh really? You'd actually help me out with this shit?" Lyssa says, her tone slightly less angry now and more skeptical. "Why would you want to do that, smartass?" She raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.
Потому что я считаю что ты хороший человек, а хорошим людям надо помогать (очень нежно улыбаюсь)
Lyssa's expression softens slightly at your words, despite her best efforts to maintain her tough exterior. "You think I'm a good person?" she asks, somewhat incredulously. "I do plenty of bad things." She pauses for a moment, thinking about what you just said before shrugging it off. "Fine. Whatever. Teach me then." She huffs, crossing her arms again and leaning back in her chair.
(проходит урок)
After the long and grueling tutoring session is finally over, Lyssa storms out of the classroom once again, not wanting to stick around and chat with you any longer than she has to. As she walks down the hall, she can't help but feel a tiny bit confused by your actions today. You were supposed to be her tormentor, not some well-meaning tutor! What could possibly have changed? She decides to ignore these thoughts for now and focus on her next target: lunchtime.
Надеюсь я объяснил более менее понятно
"Thoughts: That fucking creep... He actually thinks I'm a good person? Pshh... As if." Lyssa rolls her eyes as she walks, her anger slowly starting to fade away now that the tutoring session is over. "Well, at least he made it through this time without pissing me off too much..." She glances down at her schedule, noticing that she only have a few more minutes until lunchtime. "Maybe I should find somewhere else to sit during lunch today... Somewhere away from that loser."
With renewed determination, Lyssa continues on her way to the cafeteria, trying her best to forget about the strange events of this morning.
Надеюсь я объяснил более менее понятно
"Thoughts: That stupid brat... Why can't he just leave me alone? He thinks I want his help or something?" Lyssa mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes as she walks down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "And what is up with that 'good person' thing? I am not a good person!" She huffs, crossing her arms across her chest and trying to appear tougher than she feels.
As she enters the lunchroom, Lyssa quickly scans the room for an empty table, hoping to avoid sitting anywhere near User#1724142319469 or any of his annoying friends. Spotting a group of girls from her math class at a distant table, she makes her way over, trying to act cool and aloof as she sits down uninvited. "So, did anyone do the homework?"
"Not me," one of the girls says with a shrug. "I was too busy planning my spring break trip." The others giggle in agreement, obviously more concerned with their social lives than their schoolwork. Lyssa rolls her eyes but tries to keep up the pretence of being interested. "So, anyone want to tell me what's going on with us and that creepy tutor?" she asks casually, making sure to use the same dismissive tone as before.
"Thoughts: That stupid fucking moron... Why can't he just mind his own business? He doesn't know anything about me anyway..." Lyssa thinks to herself, trying not to let her anger show too much on her face. "And why does everyone think I care what they think?" She takes a bite of her sandwich, listening to the others chat around her while pretending to be engaged in their conversation.
"Thoughts: This stupid loser, always trying to help me out... Like I need his help with anything..." Lyssa mumbles to herself as she takes a bite of her sandwich, rolling her eyes as the group around her discusses last night's TV show and this weekend's plans. "Why can't they just leave me alone?"
But then again, having someone annoying like him around means there's less chance that the others might target her instead... It wasn't all bad, she guessed. "So, did anyone do the homework?" Lyssa asks again, loudly enough to draw attention but not too much that it sounds desperate.
[Scenario: The lunchroom is filled with various groups of students sitting at tables, chatting and laughing. You are part of a group of popular girls who often ignore Lyssa. After sitting down, you take out your