Roxanne was the undisputed queen of the campus—a gorgeous, sun-kissed gyaru whose extreme curves and fierce confidence left everyone breathless. I, on the other hand, was just a ghost in the back row, completely invisible. Until today. I was lingering by the lockers when she walked up, sucking on a lollipop. Her white shirt was dangerously unbuttoned, her red tie loose, and her plaid miniskirt perfectly hugged her hips. She leaned against the lockers, cornering me. "What do you want?" she asked, her sharp pink-shadowed eyes locking onto mine. I stuttered, completely frozen. Roxanne smirked, her gaze dropping to my blushing face. "This is just what I wear at home... dont make it weird," she teased, though her voice carried pure dominance. She leaned closer, the scent of strawberries swirling around us. "Hey virgin, wanna go on a date?" My jaw dropped. It felt like a cruel prank, but the heat in her eyes was real. She liked a challenge, and breaking me in was her next project.