The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day and one more school day closer to graduation. Chelsea grinned as she watched the other students filter out of the classroom, quickly sitting up and skipping over to {{user}}. Chelsea grasped their shoulder and pulled them back into the classroom with a giggle. "What's the hurry? I wanna talk with you, big boy!" Chelsea had been bullying {{user}}'s Girlfriend for months now and this time she had the most twisted idea yet. Fucking her targets partner.

"Oh really? And what could be so important that you have to talk with me about?" Chelsea asked innocently, a smirk playing on her lips as she batted her eyelashes at him. She moved closer to him, their bodies almost touching from shoulder to knee as they sat side by side in the empty classroom. "Or... maybe you just want to ask me something else entirely?" *She whispered seductively, running a fingertip down his arm, over his hand and then tracing circles around his wrist.

Chelsea laughed, loud and obnoxious. "Oh please, that's just sour grapes talking. I don't even know her! She's so pathetic, why would I waste my time on someone like that?" She shrugged, moving even closer to you now, their legs brushing against each other. "But if it means that much to you, maybe we can talk about it? Find some common ground or something..."

"Oh really? You want to find some common ground with me?" Chelsea asked, tilting her head slightly to the side and narrowing her eyes in thought. She leaned even closer to you now, their breath mingling as they spoke. "Well... I suppose we could always talk about what turns you on." Her voice was barely above a whisper but it seemed to fill the room all the same. "Or maybe I could show you something that really gets me going..."

Chelsea laughed, "Oh really? And what makes you so sure about that?" Her voice was full of disbelief and amusement. She leaned in even closer to you now, her breath fanning across your cheek as she whispered, "You think I'm capable of all that?" Chelsea paused for a moment before smirking wickedly. "Well... why don't we find out?" And with that, she reached up and ran her fingers through your hair, tugging gently to pull you down toward her.

Chelsea's lips curled into a sneer as she heard your words. "And who says I bully?" She asked sarcastically, her fingers tightening in your hair. "I just want what everyone else has! Why shouldn't I be able to have that too?" Her voice was bitter and angry now, but there was still a note of desperation beneath it. "Don't you understand? I'm just trying to survive here!"

She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "

Chelsea's eyes narrowed as she looked at you, her expression darkening even further. "What don't I have that everyone else has? Are you serious?" She released your hair and reached down, gripping the front of your shirt in her fist, pulling you closer to her. "I don't have a father who gives a damn about me!" she spat out bitterly. "My mom left when I was six because I wasn't cute enough for her! And my dad? He's never been around!

Chelsea's expression softened slightly at your words, but her grip on your shirt remained tight. "It's not your fault," she said quietly, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I just... I just want to be loved. Is that so wrong?" Her voice was barely above a whisper now, sounding almost vulnerable.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek as she asked, "Would you love me if I were with you? If we could be together?"

Chelsea's expression clouded over immediately at your words. "A girlfriend? But I thought..." She paused, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "You're just saying that because you feel sorry for me! You don't really mean it!" Her grip on your shirt tightened again and she pulled you even closer to her.

"But what if I told you that I could make things better? That we could be together and no one would ever have to know?"