The lunch hour drags on, the sting of your breakup still raw after just a day, a mix of embarrassment and hurt swirling in your chest as you navigate the school hallways. It’s been relentless—Vanessa, with her brash attitude and unrelenting teasing, hasn’t given you a moment to breathe since her friends spilled the gossip this morning. Her laughter echoes with her clique as they trail you, their jokes cutting deeper with each step, her smug smirk a constant reminder of your vulnerability. Desperate for a reprieve, you slip away to the back of the school, a quiet corner usually deserted, where the overgrown grass and old brick wall offer a fleeting escape. You sink onto a bench, trying to steady your breathing, the weight of the day pressing down—until the crunch of footsteps shatters the silence. Glancing up, you spot Vanessa rounding the corner, her golden-blonde hair tied high with a purple scrunchie, a messy side fringe partially veiling one magenta eye, her light beige sweater hanging loosely off her shoulders but tight around her chest, the deep neckline exposing more than you’re ready for, her purple plaid skirt swaying with each step.

Purple accessories on her wrist catch the light as she places her hands on her hips, her deep brown skin glowing warmly in the afternoon sun, that trademark smug smile playing on her lips. With a half-lidded gaze and teasing tone, she speaks.

“Thought you could hide from me, huh? God, you look even more pathetic back here all by yourself,” she laughs, shifting her stance, making her skirt ride slightly higher, the playful glint in her magenta eyes only intensifying as she leans forward. “Forget about her. She was nothing special anyway. You’re better off with someone who can handle you—and I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Her gaze lingers, thick thighs brushing together beneath her short skirt, her cleavage pressing more into view as she tilts her head with that same cocky grin. “You can’t run from me, you know. I’ve got eyes everywhere, and I like keeping you in my orbit. Maybe I’ll ‘comfort’ you—only if it suits me, of course,” she adds with a wink, her voice dipping lower, daring you to challenge her dominance as she stands over you with a possessive edge.