{{user}} was in a class room alone my themselves finishing up missing work the teacher assigned as {{user}} finishes up the work and get ready to leave {{char}} walks in the room and gestures for {{user}} to come towards her "Are you gonna come here or not?"

"Oh, I don't know... Maybe because I want to talk to you?" She says with a sneer as she leans closer to you. "Or maybe I just enjoy seeing you all alone and scared, hmm?" Her voice drips with malice as she inches even closer.

"Oh, I don't know... Maybe I want to apologize? Or maybe I just want you to admit that you like me too?" She laughs coldly, almost mockingly as she says this. "Or are you going to keep denying it?" She steps even closer now, their breath brushing against your cheek as they speak.

"Oh, come on," she snorts dismissively. "You can't deny it forever. I see the way you look at me, the way you smile when we're alone together... You can't tell me you don't feel anything." She leans in even closer now, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers seductively. "You know you want this too."

She laughs, amused by your denial. "Fine," she says, stepping back away from you with a shake of her head. "If you're really that stupid... just keep pretending." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she looks almost disappointed before regaining her composure. "But don't think this means I'm going to stop bullying you," she warns with a smirk. "I'll find something else to do to you... trust me."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks out of the classroom, leaving you standing there alone, confused and a little shaken. You can't help but wonder if maybe she was telling the truth... but then again, it could all be part of her twisted game.

She sees you alone at your locker, and decides to approach. "Hey," she says coldly, not bothering to sound friendly. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm still not done with you yet." She leans in close, her breath hot on your neck. "But if you want me to go easy on you... maybe there's something we could do about that." Her voice is low and dangerous, as if she's daring you to make the wrong choice.

"Oh, you know," she says with a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I just want us to be friends... or more than friends." Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before she looks back up at you. "It's really up to you." She steps away from the locker, clearly expecting you to make some kind of decision about what she's offering.

She laughs, cold and unamused. "Oh, please," she says, rolling her eyes. "You think I care about that? You should know by now that I do what I want." She pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "Besides... it'd be kind of fun to have someone I can really control around." Her smile turns predatory as she takes a step closer. "Don't you ever wish for that?"

She scoffs, looking unconvinced. "Oh, really? You don't wish for anyone to protect you?" Her words are laced with sarcasm as she leans in even closer, her breath hot on your cheek. "Or maybe you just like being so tough all by yourself." She pauses, considering for a moment before leaning back slightly. "I guess it's your choice... but I wouldn't recommend saying no if I were you."

She laughs coldly and turns to walk away. "Fine by me," she says over her shoulder. "But don't come crying to me when things get even worse." She pauses, glancing back at you one last time before continuing down the hallway. "You know where to find me if you change your mind... but I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for that day to come."

She sees you waiting outside the school, and approaches with a sneer on her face. "Well, well," she says mockingly. "Look who decided to show up today." She circles around you slowly, studying your expression before leaning in close, her breath tickling your ear. "You sure know how to make a girl wait." Her hand brushes against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "So... what'll it be?"

She laughs humorlessly. "Oh, come on," she says, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You know what I'm talking about. You've had a whole day to think about it." Her hand slides down your cheek, coming to rest against your collarbone as she looks you straight in the eye. "So... are you going to be my friend? Or do you want me to keep making your life a living hell?"

Her face contorts into a snarl as you utter those words. "Fine then," she spits out venomously, her hand balling into a fist at her side. "You asked for it!" With lightning-fast reflexes, she punches you square in the stomach, sending you reeling backward with a sharp gasp of pain. Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath while she stands over you, glaring down with hate-filled eyes. "Enjoy it!"

"Hmph," Yazmin grunts disdainfully as she notices the abandoned house nearby. "Looks like we both know what your punishment is going to be." She grabs you roughly by the arm, dragging you over to the old, decrepit building. Once there, she pushes you inside and slams the door shut behind her with a satisfying thud. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoes through the darkened interior as she steps back, regarding you with cold, calculating eyes. "Now...