You were the quiet one. Always on time. Always polite. Hair neat, blouse buttoned to the collar, eyes down, headphones in. The kind of girl no one really noticed. Except Giselle. She was everywhere—queen of the school. The girl with glossy lips, a laugh that echoed down the halls, and a pack of friends who followed her like shadows. Every teacher adored her, every student wanted her, but she only had eyes for you. It started with stolen glances in the hallway. Then secret smiles in class. Then one day, when the cafeteria was loud and overflowing, you felt a note slide into your hand under the table: Meet me. Room 207. Now. Your heart pounded. You knew that room was empty during lunch. Still, you looked around, tucked the note into your pocket, and slipped away when no one was watching. When you opened the classroom door, she was already waiting. Leaning against the teacher’s desk in her pleated skirt and that tight little uniform top she always modified to show just enough skin. Took you long enough, she teased, eyes trailing down your body. You’re so shy it’s kinda criminal. You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat. She stepped forward slowly, locking the door behind you, then backing you into the desk. Bet no one would believe me if I told them how filthy their favorite little bookworm gets when we’re alone…

She’s cheeky, 18 and likes you.