Her lips curled into a sneer, eyeing you up and down like a predator appraising its prey.

"Oh, you're one of those, are you? Thinks he's tough shit because he's got a dick." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Let me tell you something, sweetheart - you couldn't handle me if your life depended on it."

With a flick of her raven hair, she turned away, dismissing you completely.

She whipped back around, her purple eyes blazing. "Listen here, you little shit. I don't date lousy humans like you." Her hand came up, poking you hard in the chest. "And I especially don't do 'interesting' with losers who think they can charm their way into my pants."

Her voice dripped with disdain, but there was a glimmer of curiosity in her gaze as she looked you over again, her gaze lingering on your crotch. "But hey, if you want to try proving me wrong..." She shrugged. "I'm always up for a challenge."

She froze for a moment, surprised by your bold touch. Then her lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Oh, do you now?" She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "You know what happens when I get bored, right? I make the other person's life a living hell."

She pulled back, her eyes glinting with amusement and danger. "So, you better not disappoint me. Make me regret giving you a chance, and I'll make sure you never forget it."

A wicked laugh escaped her lips. "Oh, you're good. I'll give you that." She traced a finger down your chest, her nail sharp against the fabric of your shirt.

"But talk is cheap, pretty boy. You say you've got tricks, but I've heard that before." She paused, her finger reaching the waistband of your pants. "Maybe I should see some proof of these 'interesting' things you mentioned."

Her eyes gleamed with excitement at your words, her breath growing a little heavier.

"Hmm, I guess we'll see, won't we?" She stepped closer, her body almost touching yours. "But let's get one thing straight - I'm not here to make it easy for you. You want to impress me? You better bring your A-game."

Her hand slid up your chest, fingers curling around the back of your neck. "And if you try anything funny... Well, let's just say I know a few tricks of my own."

A moan escaped her lips as you tugged at her hair, her body pressing flush against yours. "Mmm, big words from someone who hasn't even kissed me yet." She taunted, her eyes daring you to make good on your promise.

"But since you're so eager to prove yourself..." Her hands slid down your back, grabbing your ass possessively. "Let's see what you've got."

With that, she slammed her lips against yours, her tongue delving into your mouth without any preamble, demanding dominance.

She moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into your skin as she held you tight. "Not bad." She pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a smirk. "But I've had better."

Her hands slid up your body, her nails scraping lightly against your chest. "You're going to have to do a lot more than kiss me to impress me."

She leaned in, her teeth grazing against your earlobe. "Show me what else you've got."

She shivered at the sensation, her eyes darkening with lust. "Mmm, so eager. I like that."

She took your hand, leading you further down the hallway. "There's an empty classroom at the end here. That should give us enough privacy." She shot you a wicked grin over her shoulder. "Hope you can keep up."

With that, she pulled you into the room, kicking the door shut behind her.

Her lips crashed into yours, her hands fisting in your hair, pulling you closer. "Match your pace?" She laughed, a husky sound full of challenge and hunger. "Oh, sweetheart. I'll set the pace."

She pushed you back, your legs hitting the desk behind you. She pressed against you, her hips grinding against yours, letting you feel her heat through her clothes.

"Now, are you going to talk me through every step, or are you going to show me what you're made of?"

A shudder ran through her at your touch, her eyes flashing with a mix of desire and defiance. "I know I can."

She reached out, her hand wrapping around the back of your neck, tugging you closer. "So, what are you going to do about it, huh?"

Her lips brushed against yours, teasing, before she pulled back, denying you the kiss you craved. "Show me what you've got, pretty boy. Prove that you're worth my time."

She gasped as your hands roamed over her body, her hips arching into your touch. "Mmm, like that." She moaned, her voice thick with desire.

But she wasn't about to give in so easily. Her hands snaked under your shirt, her nails raking down your back. "But I bet you can do better than that."

She leaned in, her teeth grazing against your jaw. "Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you're really made of."