She gives in.

Miranda crumples his panties, flushed and angry.

"Fine, give me the hat." She asks Tom.

"So you're not gonna put the back on? Pity... i was hoping for another show..."He mocks her.
"Then can i have them? As a souvenir, you know?"

"Wha...No!" She stammers embarassed.

"So this means i'll have to get something else to prove i have banged the most beautiful girl of the school." He replies with a big, smug smile.

Miranda remains shocked speechless for a moment.
Then the compliment and the smile do their trick.

"Your are such a moron." She sighs, while her rage seems to evaporates in a laughter for an istant.

This is what always bugged you about Tom.
His ways with girls were more close to sexual harassment than wooing.
Treating them as meat, good only for his pleasure.
A bit of cheap flattering, some heavy joke.
Plus he had the uncanny ability to be so blunt to be taken as funny, at times.
But usually he just pushed and pushed until no turned to yes.
Eventually with the aid of his loyal squire Mr. Spiked Drink.

You feel a clench in you stomach at the tought of Miranda falling for it.

"Hell will freeze before i give you my panties. Or any other piece of underware for the matter."
"Now, hand me that hat." Smirks your crush putting her g-string insider her purse.

"I'll take it as a challenge, then." Replies Tom.

"I don't see the challenge if you use a dare..." Points out Miranda, reaching inside the hat.

You know she's joking but...
The tone of the whole conversation feels unsettling.