And then the hottest girl in the class walked in. Becky had short black hair, the curved out at her neck. Her blue eyes were complimented by her dark hair, and she knew it. Her tight blouse exposed enough of her breasts, which had to be a D cup, to turn everyone's heads. At 5'8", her curves fit her body perfectly.
It was like she was walking in slow motion, as her hourglass figure slowly walked towards the empty seat next to you. You thanked the heavens, only to curse them the second she bumps into another girl and says "Watch where you are going you fat bitch!"
"Wow..." You said under your breath. You didn't think girls this bitchy and stuck up existed outside of movies that reinforce stereotypes.
She sits next to you. She smells nice at least, as you avoids eye contact out of shyness, nervousness, and the want to prevent any conflicts with this women.
Becky notices your nervousness. She smiles at the thought of having a geek in her class to do all her homework for her.
"Gimme your pen." She says.
You roll your eyes after you hear a silence, assuming whoever she barked orders at gave her a pen.
"Hey, dumbass!" She says, then pokes you. "I said gimme your pen."
Your blood began to boil. Wrong person to mess with, bitch.
"What, you mean this pen?" You start.
"Yeah, are you stupid? Gimme it, I don't have one." She said.
"You mean this pen, this pen that I have four identical ones of? Nah. I like this pen." You said.
"I need one, so gimme it. I know you have more." She repeated.
You noticed she realized that she couldn't push you around like she assumed, since her tone was less bitchy, but she still demanded. "Well, I like this pen."
"You're such a fag." She said.
You laugh. you loved it when people's only insults were ones against someone's sexuality. "That may be, but at least I have a pen."
She rolled her eyes at you. This was enough to make you decide to mess with her the rest of class.
You took out a sheet of paper, and began to write scribbles on it with your pen. "Ohhhh wow, this pen is amazing! Look how good it writes! It's like an orgasm of ink and greatness within my hand!" The people around started laughing, hearing the whole conversation. "Anyone wanna try this out? This pen is great!"
A few people laughed, and turned down your offer to rub it in Becky's face, which, had turned bright red from embarrassment.
The rest of the class went that way. You would accidentally on purpose drop your pen just to say "Oops, dropped my pen, need to pick it up." And such other things to beat a dead horse, which was the best way of dealing with people like Becky.
The class ended, with you on the winning end of ruining this girls day.
Becky left class as fast as she could. She was use to being treated like a princess. She had never been on the receiving end of such an onslaught, and she couldn't stop thinking of it all day. Or, more specifically, about you.
This feeling of being treated so bluntly confused her. Why was she suddenly attracted to this asshole? And why was she tingling and itchy all over suddenly?
Days go by, and you and her actually become friends. You would never fall for a girl like her, but you know how this type of girl works. She wants what she can't have. This dramatic mental change triggered something within Becky's subconscious.
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