Walking into school. (CH)

You grit your teeth and put on a fake smile. Facing the high school doors, you take a deep breath and swing them open. In a dramatic fashion, you walk in with a confident swagger.

As you make your entrance, you notice some people looking at you. It brings a smile to your face to see some guys ogling over you. In your revealing outfit, you can't help but feel a sense of arousal.

As you walk down the hallways, you purposely sway your hips, exaggerating your movements to appear sexy. You can feel the gaze of some boys on your behind. "Who does she think she is? What a fucking slut," you overhear some girls saying, filled with hate.

Unable to resist, you give them a cheeky grin and playfully slap your ass in their direction. But as you do so, you suddenly collide with someone, almost as if it was intentional.

You're caught by the person, their hands holding onto your hips. When you turn to see who it is, your eyes widen in surprise as you come face-to-face with Jason, the school bully.

He looks back at you with a mischievous grin.

"Hey there, sexy. Watch where you're going. I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face like yours," he says in a husky, low voice. His comment causes you to blush involuntarily.

He's hitting on you, that much is clear. That low voice is reserved for the girls he wants to hook up with. Does he know who you really are? It's unlikely, as he probably sees you as just another regular girl.

Your heart races, and you find yourself at a loss for how to handle this situation. You simply blush, feeling his eyes studying every detail of your appearance. "Thank you," you respond, trying to muster false confidence.

"Thank me at the party. So, how about it? Will I see you tonight?" he asks, still not releasing his grip on you. Your mind feels clouded and confused. Attending the party doesn't sound terrible, but it's also Jason, your bully.

Part of you is tempted to go and accept his invitation. You bite your lip, contemplating further. However, your thoughts come to an abrupt halt as you feel his hand touch your thighs.

"I'll be there," you say, trying to match his cocky look.