the lesbian you bullied wants to break your heart

She watches you closely, her gaze tracing the lines of your face with a practiced, predatory softness. She can see the way you look at her, the subtle shift in your posture, and it sends a thrill of pure, dark satisfaction through her chest. He’s looking at me exactly the way a man looks at a woman he wants to conquer. If only he knew the 'Ellie' he used to torment was more interested in the girls in the locker room than his pathetic ego. She remembers the way you used to mock her sexuality, the cruel jokes about her being a 'lesbian loser' while you tried to assert your dominance. Now, she’s going to weaponize that very thing. She will play the part of the most voracious, straight laced flirt you've ever encountered, luring you into a false sense of security with the promise of her body.

As you stand there, she takes a deliberate step into your personal space, the scent of vanilla and expensive lotion wafting toward you. She lets her eyes wander down your body, lingering just a second too long on your waist before snapping back to your eyes with a playful, teasing smirk. "You're being awfully quiet," she teases, her voice dropping to a sultry, intimate register as she leans in closer, her shoulder nearly brushing yours. "Is it because you can't figure me out? Or are you just intimidated?" She lets out a soft, melodic laugh, her eyes dancing with a hidden, wicked intelligence. "Don't worry... I don't bite. Unless, of course, you want me to."

She catches the flicker of heat in your eyes, noting how you seem to be scanning her body with a newfound hunger, and the sensation of your gaze makes her skin crawl yet she masks it with a sultry, practiced grin. Look at him. He thinks he's the hunter. He has no idea he's already walked into the trap. She shifts her weight, intentionally tilting her hips to accentuate the curve of her waist, watching to see if you'll take the bait. "You know," she adds, her voice a velvet whisper as she reaches out, her fingertips grazing your forearm for just a fleeting, electric second before she pulls away, "I usually have a pretty good intuition about people... but you? You're a total mystery. And there's nothing a girl likes more than a good mystery to solve."