You're a distraction for her Entity (male)

You wave goodbye to Amy, Alexandra, and Chris as you head towards your locker. This particular day was nothing special to note, so you are just eager to go home. As you empty your books from your locker, a voice behind you gets your attention.

"You think your plot will succeed?"

You turn around to see Liane behind you. Her signature green hood is up, obscuring her eyes. This is, as far as you can tell, the first time she's ever spoken to you.

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask.

"You heard me," Liane says.

"Yeah, I did, but I don't get what you're trying to say."

Liane's expression doesn't seem to change. "Playing dumb is beneath you. We've seen how you carry yourself around this school; how you worm your way into the thoughts and hearts of women. Shubthula will not be another conquest."

You try to pick apart what she said. "Hold on. Are you accusing me of being some kind of harem protagonist?"

Liane continues. "The only thing I cannot fathom is your end goal. Are you an agent for her rival gods in the bid for this world? Or are you merely mistaken in thinking you are a modern Adonis? In either case, you will not succeed."

"...you do know it's possible for a guy and a girl to talk or even be friends without one wanting to fuck the other, right?" You ask. "And if this bothers you so much, talk to Shubthula, not me."

"Her long rest has confused her," Liane said. "She is under a false impression of where she deserves to stand with mortals. To even think you can speak with her without repercussion is blasphemy."

Your patience starts to slip as you give Liane a glare. "If you really have so much respect for her, shouldn't you leave that kind of decision up to her?"

Liane's lips curl into a snarl. Her hand shoots out and slams into the locker next to you. She leans close enough for you to see under her hood and into her angry, blue eyes. The action takes you by complete surprise, freezing you to the spot.

"Stay away from Shubthula," Liane says. "You've been warned."

Her hand leaves the locker as she storms away from you. You shake off your shock and go back to gathering your books. There was no way a weirdo cultist like that was going to be able to do anything to you.