A remorseful girl

You turn to see Margot Childers standing there. Still wearing her school uniform and looking abashed and contrite. You stare at her silently, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm ever so sorry Mr. Carter," she says. "I acted like such a bitch. I've been feeling horrible ever since...since it happened. I really hope you can forgive me sir." She stares at the ground, rubbing one toe against it.

"Is this another act Miss Childers?" you ask coldly. "Another attempt by an entitled rich girl to manipulate what she sees as a **** old man?"

"I deserved that," she says miserably. "I don't blame you for being mad. I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean it. What I said about telling I mean. And I don't think you're a dolt. I'm a dolt for acting so stupidly. I meant the other things I said though. About how much I liked it. And how excited you made me. I hate myself for being a snotty bitch and making you hate me. I don't blame you Mr. Carter. I'd hate me too if I were you." She looks at you with tears brimming in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks, her face full of remorse.