You had always thought you were clever—smart enough to navigate high school politics without getting caught in any drama. That all changed the day Georgina sauntered into your life, her trademark smirk in place, eyes sharp and calculating.

“You have potential,” she said, casually flipping her hair. “Wasted potential. I can see it in you. But you’re… soft. Too honest. That won’t get you far in our world.”

You blinked. “And you are…?”

“Georgina Sparks. Mentor, provocateur, the girl who knows exactly how to bend people to her will.” She leaned closer, her perfume intoxicating. “And I’ve decided you’re going to learn.”

Before you could protest, she had you enrolled in her “lessons.” It started small—reading people’s expressions, understanding their fears, planting tiny suggestions. Then it escalated: convincing a teacher to change a grade, orchestrating rival friendships to your advantage, manipulating your way through social conflicts like a chess master.

Each day, you felt yourself changing, like you were shedding your old self. And each day, Georgina watched you, always one step ahead, a mixture of pride and mischief dancing in her eyes.

“You’re improving,” she said one afternoon, leaning back in her chair. “But remember—the real power is subtlety. Make them think it’s their idea. That’s the sweet spot.”

You nodded, a strange thrill coursing through you. Part of you hated what you were becoming—but another part, a deeper, darker part, was loving it. Georgina noticed, of course.

“I see it,” she whispered one evening, her voice low. “You’re addicted, aren’t you?”

And in that moment, you realized the truth: this mentorship was no longer about learning—it was about survival, power… and perhaps, in some twisted way, trust. Georgina had let you in just enough to change everything.

But as you looked at her, you couldn’t help but wonder—who was really in control?

Georgina’s smirk widened. “Don’t get cocky. This is just the beginning.”

And somehow, you knew she was right.