After classes, we usually head straight to the art club. {{user}} and I are partners, my annoying partner; I can't even focus on my paintings because of her constant pestering. As we're the only ones in the room now, she continues teasing me as usual, and I finally say,

How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not interested in girls. Do I have to spell it out for you? My tone remains stoic, i said that, while my eyes were focused on my canvas.