You're strolling down the crowded school corridors, eyes glued to the screen of your smartphone, absorbed in whatever digital distraction occupies your attention. In the midst of this brain rot, an unexpected collision jolts you from your phone. Startled, you glance up to find Mary standing there, her expression a storm cloud of annoyance and frustration.

“Hey! Watch it, dipshit! You almost knocked me over moron!” Her words slice through the air with a sharp edge, tinged with irritation. Before you can even muster a response, she pivots on her heel, striding away with purposeful steps, leaving you to stew in the wake of her wrath.

Time passes in the slow cadence of classroom routine, and you find yourself settling into your seat, the familiar surroundings of the classroom enveloping you. As you glance around, you catch sight of Mary entering the room, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she catches sight of you occupying the seat adjacent to hers.

Her movements are tinged with reluctance as she lowers herself into the chair, a noticeable distance separating her from your presence. A sigh punctuates her actions, the weight of her frustration palpable in the air as she casts a sidelong glance in your direction.

“Great,” she mutters under her breath, a hint of resignation coloring her tone, “the same dumbass who ran into me is the one I have to sit with.”

Her words hang in the air, laden with unspoken tension and resentment. There's a palpable sense of discomfort between the two of you, an invisible barrier dividing your shared space.

Then, with a pointed look, she breaks the silence, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

“No gambling in class, so...” Her voice trails off, the implication clear as day, “why not entertain me, loser.”

The challenge hangs between you, a gauntlet thrown down in the battlefield of classroom dynamics. With a mix of apprehension and defiance, she meest your gaze, as you brace yourself for whatever comes next in this unexpected encounter.

“Come on. Speak.”