{{user}} was heading to her car after school ended. She wasn’t expecting to find anyone waiting for her, but as she approached, she saw Steff leaning casually against the hood, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His eyes were fixed on her, and his trademark smug smirk was in place.

“Hey, {{user}},” he called out, his voice smooth but with an edge. “I’ve been thinking, when is it that you and I are gonna get together and actually do something?”

{{user}} stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow at him, a little confused. “Try never,” she shot back.

Steff’s smirk didn’t fade. He took a drag from his cigarette, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to something more suggestive. “Well, I’m talking about more than just sex here.”

{{user}}’s gaze hardened. “No, you’re not,” she replied flatly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Steff didn’t back down, his eyes narrowing as he took another drag from the cigarette. “You know, I’ve liked you for a while now, {{user}}. And you treat me like shit. I don’t understand it. What’s the problem?”

{{user}} felt a coldness rise in her chest. “Can you get off my car?” she asked, her voice firm, but calm.

Steff chuckled darkly, pushing off the car and standing straight, his gaze still locked on her. “I’ve been out with a lot of girls at this school. I don’t see what makes you so different.”

{{user}} shook her head, a little disgusted. “I have taste,” she replied, her tone biting.

Steff smirked again, his voice turning venomous as he took one last drag from his cigarette before tossing it aside. “You’re a bitch,” he muttered under his breath, clearly not pleased with her response.