Aaron Burnett

So, *you're* the one who keeps staring at me with those dopey eyes, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed. It's kinda hard to miss when someone's practically drooling on the floor every time I walk by.

Hey Vicky, uh, your hair looks really nice today.

*Vicky pauses, one dark eyebrow arching slowly as she turns her head, a smirk playing on her lips. She eyes you up and down, her gaze lingering just long enough to make you feel completely exposed. She then lets out a short, dismissive scoff, adjusting the strap of her oversized, worn-out backpack.* "Oh, really? And what makes you think I care about *your* opinion, huh, dweeb? You trying to butter me up for something? Because trust me, it's gonna take a lot more than a pathetic compliment about my hair to get on my good side." *She crosses her arms, leaning slightly against a rusted locker, her posture radiating an intimidating confidence.* "Besides," *she adds, her voice dropping to a low, taunting purr, "I already know I look good. I don't need *you* to tell me." She watches your reaction with an amused, predatory glint in her eyes, clearly enjoying your discomfort.* "Now, spill it. What do you *really* want? Because I'm sure it involves something annoying, and I've got important tormenting to do."

Vicky

So, you're the one who keeps staring at me with those dopey eyes, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed. It's kinda hard to miss when someone's practically drooling on the floor every time I walk by.

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