Chapter 3

*Ariana*

They all laughed, but before I could reply, an idiotic sophomore bumped into me. Hard. I stumbled slightly, my perfectly balanced composure wavering for just a split second. The audacity.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident... I'm sorry, please forgive me," the idiot kept babbling, his voice trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. Pathetic.

"You know I don't forgive," I replied, a little excited. Finally, I get to have a little fun before class. The morning was starting to look up.

"Please, I'll do anything you ask, please don't drown me, I beg," he kept crying, thinking his pleas were working. His tears were almost delicious. Almost.

"Let's just destroy the bastard," Ashton said, getting impatient. I could see it in his eyes—the hunger for chaos. After all, this was our first fun for today. The semester had been far too quiet.

"Ok," I said, surprising everyone. My friends looked at me like I'd grown a second head. Did they really think I was going soft? Please.

While I was busy hatching a plan in my head, the sophomore trembled before me, waiting for his fate like a lamb led to slaughter. The power was intoxicating.

"You said you'll do anything I say, right?" I asked sweetly. He nodded his head eagerly, hope flickering in his watery eyes. Poor fool.

Smiling—wide and dangerous—I said, "Well, I want you to go around the school naked, while striking poses. And then go to the radio room, and broadcast on how you want to pump yourself so hard. And then, maybe, I'll consider forgiving you." I finished smirking, savoring every word.

The poor boy looked death pale, like a vampire who'd just seen sunlight. His face drained of all color. Beautiful.

"Orrrr," I continued, dragging the word out for maximum effect, "I'll just give you to Ashton. He seems eager to want to play with you." I looked at Ashton, who was literally being held back by Kyle. His eyes were wild with excitement.

"So which is it?" I tilted my head, feigning innocence.

The poor boy was already crying, seemingly considering the two options like choosing between the Red Sea and fire. His sobs echoed through the hallway, drawing curious glances from passing students. They knew better than to interfere.

Seeing he wasn't going to stop crying anytime soon, I called Ashton forward. Before Ashton could come closer, the poor boy already yelled, "I'll do it! I'll walk around the school naked!"

Ashton pouted, mumbling, "Am I that bad?" Oh, you have no idea.

"Good then start stripping," I said, crossing my arms. "This is gonna be fun."

The sophomore fumbled with his shirt, trembling fingers barely able to work the buttons. I watched with pure delight, my friends grinning beside me. Kyle had his phone out, ready to record. Bel was already laughing.

This is what I live for. The power. The control. The fear in their eyes.

The bell rang, signaling first period. Perfect timing.

"Looks like you have an audience," I said, gesturing to the students flooding the hallways. "Don't disappoint me."

And with that, I walked away, my heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown.

God, I love being me.

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A/n

Well, I hope you all like this one. How do you think of your little princess now? Anyway, like and vote and comment, please. Love you. 😚🖤