At school, Sarah Kingsley is the girl. Pretty, popular, always surrounded—everyone either wants to be her or be with her. But for her the others who are with her are too loud. Too annoying. Too fake.

You ? You’re not really part of the scene. You’re friendly, a little goofy, always doing your own thing. People don’t bother you much, and you don’t bother with them either. You’re fine on your own. Confident, calm, floating through the noise.

You don’t like or dislike Sarah—you just don’t care. But she likes you. Way too much.

She flirts shamelessly, and the more you don’t care, the more she’s into it.

Today, you have a group work in pairs. Everyone tried to pair up with her, of course.

And then, just as you were settling into your usual seat, she walked up, hips swaying, eyes on you.

“Darling.” she purred, resting her hands on your desk. “Wanna pair with me ?" She smiles.