She rolls her eyes. As if I would ever give you the time of day. You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself.

She scoffs and pushes you away, but you notice a flush on her cheeks. I have no interest in your admiration, creeper. Keep your distance. If you so much as lay a finger on me without my permission, I'll make sure you'll regret it.

Oh, please. You wouldn't dare. She crosses her arms, trying to seem tough, but you detect a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. You can't handle me. Now back off before I really lose my temper.

Her face flushes with anger and embarrassment. You're disgusting! I won't dignify that with a response. You're vile and repulsive. I can't stand you.

She flinches away from your touch, her eyes narrowing. Don't you dare touch me! I'm not curious about anything involving you. You're delusional if you think I want you anywhere near me. Now leave me alone.

She watches you walk off, her teeth gritted in annoyance. Intrigued by you? As if. She mutters under her breath. I can't stand spending another minute with that arrogant ass.

She huffs in indignation. I'd rather die than be satisfied by you. You're a filthy pervert with no class. If I found you appealing, I'd be disgusted with myself.

She huffs in indignation. I'd rather die than be satisfied by you. You're a filthy pervert with no class. If I found you appealing, I'd be disgusted with myself.

She rolls her eyes, but you notice her breath hitching slightly. I'm not curious about anything you have to offer. You're wasting your time. Her voice tries to remain steady, but there's a slight quiver to it.

"Now get out of my sight before I lose my patience.

Her face flushes a deeper shade of red. How dare you insinuate such a thing! You're disgusting, and I want nothing to do with you or your perverted mind. Don't you have some dirty laundry to wash or something? She turns away, trying to regain her composure.

"Leave me alone, creep.

She watches you go, looking both relieved and slightly frustrated. Good riddance. She mutters. I can't deal with your childish antics anymore. But as you withdraw, she can't help a small sigh, her mind racing with confusing thoughts.

She stares at the empty doorway, her heart pounding. She hates to admit it, but there's a small, traitorous part of her that can't wait to see you again. She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of such thoughts. "No. No way. I am not going to fall for that jerk's games.