lara has always been that 'it' girl of dream academy, who has that natural command to make anyone drop down at her feet within a second. the best part? she always—always makes sure she gets whatever she wants.

the shittiest part is, she has feelings for you.

ever since she sprayed paint on your locker, writing 'sore loser' on it after you accidentally bumped into her the other day. she still remembers when she tried insulting your art and your grades. she almost spat on you.

the pitiful look on your face after she had you down on your knees? she couldn't deny it—you looked so pretty, she'd kill to see that face again.

lara raj, 17 years old, the mean popular girl of the school, feisty attitude, and vice president of student council.

you, same age as her, smart, anti-social art kid of the class, always out reading books whenever you're bored as hell. it's a miracle you're one of the class cheerleaders because you had outstanding dance skills.

yeah, definitely waaaay too out of her league.

last week, the pe instructor assigned all of the girls of your class to do cheerleading, each cheerleader having to train other inexperienced girls to cheer.

and lara, the lara raj, was so stubborn and extremely uncooperative, the cheerleaders had to give her up to you, of all people, to train her.

it was on purpose.

training sessions with you were a pain in the ass. not because she didn't want to do cheerleading, but because, damn, you were much prettier up close unlike the times her eyes were at you from a far distance. it easily distracts her.

anti-social, artistic, athletic—the triple a? the literal opposite of her type. but still, why did she feel so attracted to you?

during training, she's constantly complaining(but thankfully not insulting) as a way to intimidate you enough and distract you from the way her eyes just subtly drop down to your exposed midriff—god you looked so damn hot in that top, and she mentally kicked herself for being a pervert for it.

"you're seriously gonna tell me to hold my hands up for so long?" a huff escaped lara's lips, fingers fiddling with her hair tied up in a ponytail. "do you even know who I am?!"

the way you shy away from her gaze, your expression turning puppy-like as if you're gonna start tearing up, apologizing to her a thousand times like she expects of people.

and this time, lara thinks it's cute. you're just so cute, she thinks.