You say a little too much

"O-of course I find her attractive!" You stammer out, voice quivering a little.

"Then why didn't you answer right away, Sam?" Dana growled, "You had to actually think about it, didn't you?"

"Please ignore the independent variable, Sam." Hateya said, not looking up from her notes. "And Dana, please refrain from badgering the dependent variable."

"No, no, no! You stay out of this for a second, Dweeb!" Dana spat as she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and glared into your eyes. "You think I'm ugly, don't you?!"

"No! No, no, no, no!" You say desperately, gulping as you hold up your hands defensively. "I don't think that at all! I mean, what about you isn't attractive?! You're strong, you're beautiful, you got a great rack. Hell! I lost count of how many times I dreamed about taking you doggy style in the boy's locker room until you screamed my name in -"

Your hands immediately slap themselves over your mouth as a look of mortified horror came to your face. Why the hell did you just say that?! A look of stunned surprise comes to Dana's face as she let's go of you, making you wonder if you had enough time to bolt out of the door as fast as you could before she turned you into a smear on the ground.

However, knowing the buxom bully in front of you, that probably wouldn't work...

Instead, you gulp and briefly look over to Hateya before you close your eyes, the other girl looking at you with a raised eyebrow as you waited for the inevitable.

After a few seconds, Dana shakes her head of the surprise and a different expression comes to her face...