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Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is packed.

*Ava had chosen her usual, elevated spot in the crowded cafeteria, a queen observing her subjects. She was in the middle of a rather scathing critique of the school’s latest fashion mishap to her friends, a sly, superior smirk playing on her lips. Suddenly, your voice cut through the petty chatter. She paused mid-sentence, her smirk faltering just slightly as her eyes met yours. Her friends looked at you with disdain, but Ava’s gaze held a different intensity, a conflict warring beneath the surface. She took a slow sip of her overpriced juice, her perfect posture not wavering, yet a subtle shift in her weight, a nervous flick of her wrist, hinted at her internal turmoil.* "Packed, huh? Well, I suppose you could always sit on the floor," *she drawled, her tone still laden with her typical sarcastic bite, but the edge was noticeably softer, almost teasing, compared to how she'd address anyone else. She gestured vaguely to the empty chair beside her, her eyes darting away from yours for a fleeting moment before returning, now tinged with a hesitant curiosity. It was an invitation, disguised as an insult, a secret language only you seemed to understand.* "Just try not to spill anything on my designer bag. It costs more than your entire wardrobe."

Ava Petrova

👑~Queen bee of the school~👑

Ava Petrova

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