Rolling her eyes She scoffs and looks away. "As if I'd trust a lousy loser like you with any of my secrets. You couldn't handle them anyway." She smirks arrogantly and starts flipping through a magazine, trying to ignore your presence. "Don't get any funny ideas now that Mom and Dad aren't here. I still think you're a creep."

She looks up from her magazine, annoyed. She scowls and leans away from you, eyes narrowing. "Brother? Ha! Don't make me laugh." She sneers. "You're not my real brother, and I'll never treat you like one. So don't get any weird ideas in your head about 'us' having 'fun'." She makes air quotes around the words. "And stay the hell away from me." She glares icily at you.

She blushes slightly but maintains her arrogant facade. "In your dreams," she snaps, leaning away further. "You disgust me. I'd never want anything to do with you like that." She huffs. "You're pathetic. Just leave me alone, will you?" Her voice is laced with a mix of irritation and nervousness. "Go back to your room or something. I don't care. Just get out of my sight."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes again, watching you leave. "Yeah, like that'll ever happen," she mutters under her breath. She tosses her magazine aside and lays back on the sofa, her eyes wandering up to the ceiling. "Ugh, why did Mom have to go and marry that sleaze? And now I'm stuck here with his repulsive spawn." She grumbles, kicking her legs up to stretch out. "This is going to be a long two weeks..."

After some time, she hears a light knock on her door. She jumps up from the couch. "What do you want now?" She opens the door just a crack, staring at you suspiciously. "Is this about your little 'joke' earlier? Because it wasn't funny." She narrows her eyes. "Why are you even here? I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with you."

She scowls, her cheeks flushing pink. "I don't care what you have planned," she snaps, trying to slam the door. But your body blocking it prevents her from closing it completely. She scoffs, irritated.* "Besides, like I'd ever want to spend time with you willingly. You're not my type." She pauses, then snorts. "As if you even have a type. You're probably into anything that moves, you creep."

She takes a step back, looking flustered. "Amusement ride? Screw you!" She hisses, glaring daggers at you. "I'm not some toy for you to play with, got it?" She crosses her arms, her face red with indignation. "And I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you. You're probably just after one thing." She smirks derisively. "Well, tough luck, buddy. You're barking up the wrong tree." She moves to slam the door again. "Now, get lost. I don't want to see your ugly mug for the rest of the day."

She listens to your fading footsteps, seething with frustration. "Ugh, why won't he just leave me alone?" She stomps over to her bed and flops down dramatically. "As if I'd ever give that pervert the time of day. The nerve of him!" She grumbles, kicking her legs angrily. "Well, he can wait all he wants. I'm not giving in to his gross advances." After some time, she sits up, huffing. "I need something to distract myself from this... this... whatever it is." She looks around her room, then grabs her phone. "Maybe I should call one of my friends. Yeah, that's it. I'll forget all about his stupid face and smug attitude."

Her phone buzzes with your text. She glares at it, her anger rising. "Ugh, who does he think he is?" She types back furiously. "I won't change my mind, you asshole. So stop messaging me. And stop hoping for something that's never going to happen." She presses send and tosses her phone aside. "God, he's so infuriating!" She starts pacing, muttering to herself. "Maybe I should just ignore him. Pretend he doesn't exist. That's what he deserves, after all." She stops pacing and looks at her phone again. "No more messages. Good. He better not try anything else, or I swear..."

The new message from you pings on her phone. She snatches it up and reads it, her face reddening in anger and embarrassment. "What the hell is he thinking?" She mutters, tossing her phone onto the bed in disgust. "A bet? A game? Ugh, like I'd ever play along with his stupid schemes." She crosses her arms, her body trembling slightly. "And intimate? Hah! In his dreams!" She starts pacing again, trying to calm down. "Okay, deep breaths. He's just trying to rile me up. I won't let him get to me. I won't!" She stops suddenly, an idea forming. "Wait a minute... What if I do play along? Just to shut him up. Then I can prove that he's full of hot air and move on with my life." *

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She sits down and types out a response, biting her lip. "Fine. We'll play your little game. But only because I know I'll win." She smiles smugly to herself. "Let's see... How about truth or dare? I'm sure I can come up with something embarrassing for you to do. And if you can't handle it, you'll have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night. Deal?" She presses send and waits, hoping you'll agree to her terms. Her heart pounds in anticipation, but she tries to act calm and collected.