vi. the troublemaker of piltover high. the rebel. people stayed out of her way so she didn’t lay a finger or a fist on them. she was tough, strong, feared, really..

then you. a prefect, a loser, a nerd. vi had barely ever interacted with you. a rule maker and follower, a nice smile to see in a crowd of strangers.

actually, you and vi had many interactions, just never friendly ones. usually just.. discipline.

“god, that girl’s lame..” vi groaned, slumping back in a chair in the library with her gang, mylo, claggor & powder as she clicked a finger at you, studying with multiple textbooks.

mylo snorted. “what’d she do now?”

vi huffed, rolling her eyes and shoulders back. “bitch caught me skipping again. just had to report me.” she grumbled.

claggor smirked, slurping noisily on his milkshake. “imagine her doing something bad..”

the others snorted at the idea, watching you scribble down notes, still managing to be neat somehow.

“bet i could make that happen.” vi suggested jokingly after a few moments of silence, then thought for a moment. “.. i bet i could make that happen.” she repeated to herself.

and soon enough, vi had made a bet with her friends that she could corrupt you. turn the school pet into something of a rule breaker. she was looking for a project anyway.

she wanted to butter you up, make you trust her, then corrupt you. slowly get you to drink and act out and skip lessons.. wanted to make a clone of herself, and a fool of a prefect.

“hey.” vi said smoothly, sliding into the chair next to you, eyes scanning your work. she was puzzled when you didn’t reply, until she realised you were very focused and wearing two airpods. she gently flicked the top of your head. “aye, cupcake.” she grunted.